Salma Seclusion

Right beside my home
lies a deep forest
Whenever I open my window,
I often catch a glimpse of a blithe baukatha
dancing and tweeting
damn caring the cuckoos’ coo coo
or the crows’ caw caw
throughout Spring or Winter

The way the dawn scrubs clear the greasy night
I used to scrub the oil-black cooking pots
And keep watching the bird
With her dawny downy arts
She used to dazzle my sight
fly fly fly from the mango to the olive
to the rose to the tamarind
Tickle sickle all the wobbly branches

My eyes raced and danced with her
My heart wobbled like a feather
Words sprinkled clear from my lips:
"O, dear, why are you so garrulous?
Can’t you stop a sec and be regally frugal?
Don't you know 
That a Bau is not for katha?”

The questions dashed my eyes onto me
And excavated my bride-born identity
Whenever the bridal shower purifies you
You enter a deep social forest
Where sounds are hemmed
Expressions are stitched
Longings are measured

Baukatha, my love,
Can you tweet me
Why are things like this in women’s lives?
Why does a bride mean a deaf-mute
Like a gem-carrying frog that never opens its mouth
Should the gem be lost?

Is this for this?
Words became alien to me
In love or loneliness?
In denial or acceptance?
In loss or gain?
In blaming or shaming?
In anger or anguish?

Whenever I thought
I would speak
I would press an issue
I would raise my voice
I would say sweet nothings
I stumbled
Shy covered my joyful expressions
Shame shone my objecting dispersions

I am not losing my gem
I was not born to hurt and part
I am not to crack and break
I am not to make my world, a divide and a side:
A painful tide, a thorny ride for the greens for the buds….

Is this why I am now
A wordless actor within the hem of home?
A secluded writer whose words frogmarch?

===x=== 
Umme Salma, Toowong, 2025

I had a heavy hurt, you never said!
If you’d told me earlier, I would have been glad!
I could have smiled, I could have danced
I could have been a dervish, livid and tranced.
I could have opened my heart and let it thaw
In telling all the untold tales, in one go
Like the ice that melts in the sun
Like the rivers that run and turn.

But I know you, honey, more than I
Realise how tough and tricky to get by
Those taunts, those scorns that shower
Those questions killing manly powers
You can brace me whenever you desire
But prickly bouts you can’t transpire
Like the boat that leans on the port
Like the cloud that discos in rapport.

Yeah, I know you, love, more than me
No…no…I am not a super angry bee
I hide the grief that I always have
Realign them, hitting the sulking tab.
I never list them, feeling betrayed
Only deep sighs sliced my vocab
Like yesterdays that never ever return
Like Hasnahena, never bathes in the sun.

Umme Salma, Toowong, 2025

Like a tree
I feel free
These days
The sun hugs me
Sends some glee
In a wrap of luscious rays

I am what I am
I am what I do
Nothing more, nothing less
Till I reach 
Such a nice thought
I was snipped into a horrible mess

When you went
A dim light flickered 
A dark night triggered
My jasmine scent
faded; branches bent

Rain and rain 
Drained and drained
My eyes, my soul
Have you seen
How Corals thrash
When waters strain?

But 
these days
I can spread my heart
I can silk-pack my dirt
I can clear the cloud
I can leap and fly
Give life a tasty try
stormy smiley proud

Is a tree really free?
Can a tree really fly?
"O, damn critic 
Shut your frick
No question...No No question now
put back your arrow
please...to your bow."

Ah!

A long palm tree
Once wished to be free
Being the tallest in the woods
She dreamed of reaching the sky
With round leaves fly and fly 
far beyond the seen clouds

But alas!
When the storm ended
The wind sank its sail
The palm began to shiver:
terrified and bluish-pale 

She looked at her trunk
posted in the earthly bunk
And started to bite her nail
Oh, I love...I love the earth
I love the nook, the worldly hook
the soil... the story of my lovely trail 

Oh, like a tree
Am I then free?
Shut up, shut up
O, damn readers 
stop stop 
Stop sipping
from my migrant cup.

===x===
Umme Salma, Toowong, 31 October 2025

Am I
A cat?
Do I peep
for a place
Cosy?
A warm
breezy nook
in your heart
Quilty mart
soft
lush
rosy?

Am I your pet
Caught in the net?
You say, www
I grin and grin
up to the chin
Glow like a digital dew.

===x===

Umme Salma, 31 October 2025, Toowong

Sometimes
My heart rhymes
With the rain
With the pain
Which you pelt
Like stones
on the devil’s terrain

You
Who
I loved
With all emotions true

But
blue nights
Waved
the fights
Through narrow creeks
Words grated the guts
Sounds jarred the nuts
The house, a pile of bricks

Since then
Like a pecking pen
I cok cok cok
Pain puts my soul
In a tanduri chicken coal
Shock shock shock.

===x===

Umme Salma, 30/10/2025, Toowong