Diagrams of my Heart

Farida Haque
2 min readDec 23, 2022

~ what it is ~

Pixabay image by stux

My heart is a net

which catches this and that…

It gathers

unanswered prayers

which shroud the sun.

And makes the sun’s face

molten gold again…

daggers of love

thrust deep in my heart

begin and end in it

I shake them off,

those daggers

but it brings them back.

They are home, my heart says.

But I don’t want them,

I reply

My heart is a conch,

home to oceans of sighs.

As they swirl inside

— mad dervishes —

they leave curlicues of perfumed ink …

My heart is a ball of barbed wire

a tired trap.

Fleeing desires leave

shreds of flesh on it.

They sway in smoky breezes —

Love’s fugitives

must leave mementos behind…

My heart is a patient cistern.

Don’t drink the water, it cautions

salt of tears swims in it.

It never empties,

just fills and fills

My heart is Cerberus,

always starved.

It snaps up bits of my soul

as they float by

like languid butterflies

My heart is a thirst.

When sated it

it can be mistaken for a full moon…

Promises not kept turn my heart

into a child who never smiles

Expansive and open,

my heart is a sin eater.

Every day it dies a little

so that others may live.

My heart is a collector —

it gathers rags and broken glass

mistaking them for

daffodils and marigolds.

In the presence of beauty

such as sphinxes, brides and kind people

it catches its breath.

Such magnificence, my heart exclaims!

My heart is a seeker

easily lost.

But what blinds the mind

my heart can see.

When it stops its hum and thud,

lup and dub and is silenced on earth

heavens will hold another star…

Farida Haque

Farida Haque

Multimedia artist, writer, poet. ‘Celebrating other lives, I am a sparrow in the shadow of a rosebush...’ faridahaque@gmail.com