After Eleven

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I am the hushed secret that roams around the streets at night. Around the time when the world is fast asleep safe and sound in their beds. I leisure in layers of lust, unraveling desire in the depths of city streets; hear the wind blow whispers as though attempting to apprise righteous men. I smirk as scent of smoke and liquor greet me behind windows closed, bathe in delight when payment doubles regardless of seasons that come and go.

I watch in bewilderment hovering near the balcony, mulling over the scene which I had just witnessed. Its strange how our entire perception of the world changes in a matter of seconds. The city though it appears impeccant to the naked eye, turns out to have tales unspoken, which come out only when the clock chimes after eleven.

Moonlight streaked in angst
silhouette of sycamore trees
sanguineness disappears
when actions contradict ethos
when excess outwits morals

 

Photo credits: A glimpse of after-dark in Karachi. ( taken 2 years ago)

Posted for Haibun Monday @ dVerse Pub

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Posted on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads

48 thoughts on “After Eleven

  1. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    This is wonderful Sanaa…Your prose is just the perfect one, almost that of a predator… the voice of a cities, the reason we shut the door at night…

  2. Grace says:

    A beautiful opening prose and poem depicting the darkeness of the city. I specially admire the ego of lust and evil, roaming when the clock chimes after eleven. A terrifying tale & woe to the person caught and trapped ~

  3. Vijita says:

    Unveiling “darkness of the city-life”, post the time of an “applauded city life”… well written Sanaa 😉 You really play well with words, loved your poem too 🙂

  4. Kim M. Russell says:

    A great title and I really like the first prose paragraph, Sanaa, particularly; ‘I am the hushed secret that roams around the streets at night’ and ‘I leisure in layers of lust, unraveling desire in the depths of city streets’ and ‘I smirk as scent of smoke and liquor greet me behind windows closed, bathe in delight when payment doubles’: all very evocative of a lady of the night. The first two lines of the poem echo this in a subtle way – lovely!

  5. Brian says:

    The secrets seen in the dark are merely a drop in the torrent of desires cloaked behind closed doors. I really liked your prose and the sense of shock and dismay conveyed.

  6. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Some cities never sleep, & the night people seem to be a different breed. Somehow they get away with a lot more mischief & harm after dark, /when actions contradict ethos/–true that indeed.

  7. Mish says:

    Oh I love how you’ve given the night this eerie voice, showing us what lies in the shadows and leaving much to the imagination as well. Very evocative.

  8. Mother Wintermoon says:

    Your voice here is like a movie, depicting the nuances of every haunting, chilling, and salacious scene. Spectacular work and poem at the end. You brought me right there with you every step of the way. ❤️

  9. kaykuala h says:

    turns out to have tales unspoken,
    which come out only when the
    clock chimes after eleven.

    The unearthly hour for most but many only commence activities at that hour. Perhaps nocturnal creatures need the dark to survive!

    Hank

  10. kaykuala h says:

    when actions contradict ethos
    when excess outwits morals

    The unexpected naughtiness will have their say. It is all a question of asking and moralizing of the unexpected opportunities! Wonderful wordcraft Sanaa!

    Hank

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