LEILA SAMARRAI

LEILA SAMARRAI

FREEDOM

My eyes are flawless

My eyes are living

hell’s of isolation’s keenly placed prison

In what darkness they’ve seen yet

whose light sees nothing else when looked deeply

within its reflections

Other than darkness preludes

always seemingly lurking in its unbeknownst

shadows of opportunities once had and lost

Continually raped by a demonic entity

my cowardice in my eagerness to say yes

my cowardice in my eagerness to say no

Those who have wept

mercy to the stillborns,

with bruised wombs, Mother’s feathered creatures

Starve us to the bone of sunlight –

never allowing us to wake

from its steely barbed wired fence

Beyond sense but saved

beyond dead but live

on sodden land with a granite red

Free to battened, free to crumble,

free to care not

free from pain and blood and touch

…TO DIE ALONE OUT OF SIGHT*

…to die

alone

out of sight*

but caught in a pig’s ear

with cobra-neck eyes

a throat singing in dark, fickle keys

about ankles

one-by-all and knees

snagged to the spin of things

that cannot move to move beyond

that flinch-octave prodding

…a one

among those at hand

*

…to die

, alone

, out of sight…

REQUIEM FOR A MOSQUITO,

MAY YOUR SPIRIT

REST UPON THESE TOXIC FUMES

1

I love your milk colour, nearby madhouse,

I love your fatuum traitors cry,

To Now or Once, to hellholes or sneak thieves

Which summons the harlots of Time.

Pull the drains, sewer bunnies.

may your spirit rest upon these toxic fumes,

I love your shiny little bumps, your aggro,

Simply… I love your shaft.

The Belgrade on Krnjača*

screwed up its sewage line to

contaminate the crime scene.

with raw sewage.

The Wraith will come dragged along the floor

Belgrade, you are an asylum in the open river

while sailing on a burning duvet

2

To Kunst for homeless god

to Happiness and vindictive mosquitoes

to calls of local bar hopping slut.

and fine Sers missing communal apartment.

Spraying for mosquitoes!

are you my executioner?

you’ve disarmed the vengeful mosquitos

itching

cursing

a short-tempered star

a lightning strike

frost in dictionary

And soon.. all these years

seem just like a blink

of the bite.. inseminated…

earthquake!

Don’ t get nervous phantom of the

birthplace shores.

Requiem for a mosquito

and soon, your music shall come,

some slacker roadkill shall come,

plastic heart shall soak it all in.

Like ammonium nitrate…

3

To add mincemeat out of the filthy Ser

mix mixture carefully into medicinal

soup

For Hannibal.

Poke and doodle

In the pokey, up to the rectum river,

then

plant yourself like a squatter

And… put some ice in the urinals.

*Krnjača (Serbian Cyrillic: Крњача; pronounced kř̩ɲat͡ʃa) is an urban neighbourhood of Belgrade, the capital of Serbia. It is located in Belgrade’s municipality of Palilula. (source: Wikipedia)

LEILA SAMARRAI

LEILA SAMARRAI  was born on October 19th, 1976 in Kragujevac, Serbia. She writes poetry, short stories, and plays, her work largely containing the motives of fantasy and humour. Her debut collection of poetry „The Darkness Will Understand“ won the First Prize of the competition organized by the Student cultural centre of Kragujevac in 2002. She has had her work published in numerous local magazines, both in print and electronic form. Some of her notable works include the collection of short stories „The Adventures of Boris K.“ by Everest Media and (as co-author and critic) „Poetry Against Terror: A Tribute to the Victims of Terrorism Kindle Edition“. Her works were published in Serbian, Hungarian and English. She has won numerous awards for her written works, including the third place as a representative of Serbia for the aphorism „Stars and Us“ of the „Beleg“ competition and three separate awards in the „3-5-7 – A Story in a Moment“ story competition, as part of the „Helly Cherry“ competition, both in 2011. She currently lives in Belgrade with her five cats.