The Silent One
more silent than the sand
slithering and sliding
of polishing particles
from the dawn
of the Desertic Times
at the same unique point
on the horizon
even as the universe
dances around him;
but he waits,
with infinitive patience
for the galactic dance
to come full circle,
before he’ll be allowed
to blink just the once or
to give even the hint
of a secret smile.
First published in Beyond Imagination in July 2015
Remains of a Princess
Filled with admiration and fascination
were those that
disturbed the ambitious princess
who was obliged to partake of poison;
refused to divulge her
race’s secrets, giving access to
other dimensions to Roman predators
walking in beauty
does not always lead to resting in peace
for more than a few centuries at a time
as those once under the Romans
came awe-struck to
unearth and remove
the bundle that remained
new, academic warriors
in service to humanity
whose pride made them dig deep
for the corporeal remains
hiding inviolable secrets inside
happy and proud
in the knowledge that
the ancient beauty
lies suspended on a glass plate
blissful in their ignorance
of the real identity of bones
wrapped in mists of
hoodwinking all who pass before her
even with unbowed heads,
for mummies do not speak.
A different version first published in Ancient Heart Magazine in 2006.
Sun Among Women
History is chock-full of despots male,
That paid writers praised; it’s become stale.
Only kings were acclaimed; she chose to defy.
Determined, decisive, she wasn’t shy.
She showed the empire, a woman could rule,
While creating rare pearls in poetry’s pool.
Strategic policies could easily devise,
Sifted hard truth from diplomatic lies.
Her name stamped on coins, phenomena rare,
Her new ideas, emperor would share.
Governing country, played main role,
Built many monuments, gardens for the soul.
Ruthless, scheming, ambitious, perchance.
To no one’s tunes, she had to dance.
Hunted and rode, invented perfumes,
Broke tradition, fashioned costumes.
Juggled hundred spices, new dishes unrolled,
Sensitive to arts, co-ruler broke the mould.
Though hemmed in by decorum, to new heights could rise,
Combined left and right brain, for solutions wise.
Emotional intelligence went a long way,
Empire was stronger, kept enemies at bay.
Faced king’s justice, with equanimity,
Wrote many verses, sad or witty.
Architectural gem, for progenitor made,
Emotional foundations of Taj Mahal laid.
Personified excellence metaphorically,
She has no parallel, literally.
Defended borders, ‘light of the world,’
In history, though veiled, her voice has been heard.
First published in Ecriture Feminine issue of Muse India in Nov. 2015.
Of Indian origin, Sultana Raza has an M.A. in English Literature. Her articles have appeared in Flick Feast (UK), Sound on Sight(USA), the Peter Roe Series (Tolkien Society UK), Gnarled Oak, Le Jeudi, the Wort and paperjam in English and French.
Sultana Raza’s poems have appeared in Ancient Heart Magazine (Australia), India Currents (USA), London Grip (UK), Literary Gazette(USA), Caduceus (Ed. Yale University, USA), Beyond Bree, (an American MENSA newsletter), the Peter Roe Series, (Tolkien Society UK), The Whirlwind Review (USA), Silver Leaves Journal #5 (Canada), Muse India, and The New Verse News. Recently, more have been published in Catch and Release (Columbia’s online Journal), Allegro, and Indiana Voices Journal.