The Maiden Lips

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Pink Castle

Level by level
it’s arranged like a palace.
Like some outer skirts,
try to sheath inner stakes,
from touch of those who’re
not worthy of its fragrance…

Yet news of its beauty travels
around in moments,
captivating minds of cunning thieves
and those who wear their heart
on the rugged sleeves.

With only one goal
they pursue,
to posses an aura,
to surround self with its magic.
To know what is it like,
the love’s first kiss.

And in the center of it,
Behind all walls, beyond all borders,
rests a jewel, a crown awaits,
for a lover to pollinate,
the maiden lips.

– Dedicated to the spring.

Image credits: “Pink Castle” by Aminah Tasleem

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Poet 101

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They say,
poets don’t have a future…
Just a dream of it.

Eyes set on clouds of present,
messed hair and wrinkled clothes,
for moisture just dried off them,
post farewell of last rainfall.

Books drunken -ragged gown,
letters in pockets, scattered
now on the golden browns,
as frozen fragrance of dry flower
reeks from cold palms.

A keep situated
far from the madding crowd,
as green carpet lavished the floor;
creeks in the dry pastel colors,
this painting,
that hangs beside the door.

Hands tied together
like waves with unbreakable bond.
And hugs like sun kissing an ocean
right before it drowns.
Bidding adieu, salty lips whisper,
“see you, again”, to love just found.

Birds dancing on
the walls of a vacant house,
sporting flags of invitation
boasting subliminal colorful town.
Yet, alleys heading towards this palace,
has intersections with echoing sound,
from closets full of nostalgia,
and empty swings – with whom
the air plays around.

Feet sunk in a dense pit,
body looking like a sculpture
just discovered out of the pyramid.
As sweat married sand particles,
while eyes wandered in wilderness,
hunting for the oasis.

Part miles and decades
from the crimson fountain
holding water that mirrors the soul.
Yet, taste of a passionate kiss,
of an evening of dreams,
still circling the elixir in mouth.

Days getting shortened
painting the golden crowns,
and nights growing longer,
dressed in the silver gowns.
Some tunes contemporary
being played in welcoming halls,
but lips humming
lines of a nostalgic song…

Wheels turning clock-wise
on long empty roads,
while heads resting on back-seats,
tilting a time on slope…
A journey measured in stars crossed,
for those one left behind,
or ones that would come forth…

They say, poets, often don’t have a future…
Just a dream of it.
And perhaps, words a few
to paint on the weary walls…

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– Dedicated to the spirit of the poets.

Image Credits:
1 – Stock image/ wallpaper.
2 – Cover picture – Film: The Prophecy at Rome

C percent amore

Sunflowers and a tree

You occupy my world, no matter where I see…

You are as refreshing as ice tea
amidst a hot scorching day,
of which even trees seem to seek
a drowning place.
Yet, for one who can have you,
wouldn’t wish
the days of summer to ever end.

You are as loving and carefree
as new monsoon rain,
post storms and thunderous flash,
screams of which scare both
living and undead.
Yet, for one who can have you,
wouldn’t wish
the sigh of clouds to ever end.

You are as rejuvenating as the soil
of a holy place,
one that has received countless
subservient seeking liberation.
For one who can have you,
would sure become
a seed turning in a new leaf.

You’re as tender as the breeze
blowing from high gardens,
for the one who has served life
in a closet.
For one who can have you,
wouldn’t wish
a return, to any other imprisonment.

You are as fragrant as an incense
burning at steeple of the lovers,
those who sought life after death.
For one who can have you,
would sure linger more,
waiting for winds to gust
fast with your kisses.

You are as encompassing as lake,
the eyes of the valley land,
open for one who’s never sighted
any miracles.
For, one who can have you,
would keep praising without a flinch,
till each corner leaks stream.

You are as inviting as bird humming,
singing new song every morning,
perching on ear drums of one
who’s drunk sleeping.
For, one who can have you,
would not just trip at melodies,
but dance with silent symphonies.

Yet, my beloved, I know not,
how to define you
like you define all…
Way you carry in your essence,
the pathway to my soul.
Nor I carry any idea,
to spell what your world’s made for…
But then, what do I know…?
Since, I merely dwell at cent
of the C percent amore…

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Yet, what I love of you, is speckle in the galaxy.

– Dedicated to the beloved, who we love all about, yet only like the one away from the ocean, like merely standing on the shore.

Image Credits:
1. Sunny Meadow – Stock image (GettyImages)
2. Pinching Galaxy – Stock image – (shutterstock)

Embrace in love, or let me find rejection, I dwell unsober (Thukrao ab ke pyaar karo main nashe mei huun)

– Performed live in his concert by legend Jagjit Singh, the ghazal casts such an intoxicating spell, that everyone in audience too finds self in a spell-bound stupor.

Translation:

Embrace in love,
or let me find rejection,
I dwell unsober.
Do whatever pleases
your kind subjection
I dwell unsober.

Though, still am proving
my unfaltering love for you.
But you can’t believe
an unsigned confession,
I dwell unsober.

Let me have a fall but
try keep my essence intact.
Least you can do
with a resigned attention,
I dwell unsober.

Let me miss steps to
the heavens, oh preachers.
You just go on placing
consigned contention,
I dwell unsober.

Yet again, in a stupor,
I’m crossing all the borders,
Don’t you shower me
with your blind affection…
I dwell unsober.

– (Extra couplets, part of original poem):

Rejoice now for right
you’ve earned, oh followers!
Choose what suits
your refined apprehension,
I dwell unsober.

How Shahid will be known
to one unaware of the self?
You hold on and wait
for a divined ascension,
I dwell unsober.

– Dedicated to those who’re intoxicated.

Thukrao ab ke pyar karo
main nashe mei huun
jo chaho mere yaar karo
main nashe mei huun

Ab bhi dila raha hu
yakeen-e-wafa magar
mera na aitbaar karo
main nashe mei huun

Girne do tum mujhe
mera saagar sambhal lo
itna to mere yaar karo
main nashe mei huun

Mujhko qadam qadam pe
bhatakne do wayizon
tum apna kaarobaar karo
main nashe mei huun

Phir bekhudi mein
hudd se guzarne laga hun
itna na mujh se pyar karo
main nashe mei huun

Ab tumko ikhtiyar hai
ae ahl-e-karwan
jo raah ikhtiyar karo
main nashe mei huun

Apni jise nahi, usay
Shahid ki kiya khabar
Tum us ka intezar karo
main nashe mei huun

Original poem by poet: Shahid Kabir

Urdu version:

ٹھکراؤ اب کہ پیار کرو
میں نشے میں ہوں
جو چاہو مرے یار کرو
میں نشے میں ہوں

اب بھی دلا رہا ہوں
یقینِ وفا مگر
میرا نہ اعتبار کرو
میں نشے میں ہوں

گرنے دو تم مجھے
میرا ساگر سمبھال لو
اتنا تو مرے یار کرو
میں نشے میں ہوں

مجھ کو قدم قدم پے
بھٹکنے دو واعظوں
تم اپنا کاروبار کرو
میں نشے میں ہوں

پھر بے خودی میں حد سے
گزرنے لگا ہوں میں
اتنا نہ مجھ سے پیار کرو
میں نشے میں ہوں

اب تم کو اختیار ہے
اے اہلِ کارواں
جو راہ اختیار کرو
میں نشے میں ہوں

اپنی جسے نہیں
اسے شاہدؔ کی کیا خبر
تم اس کا انتظار کرو
میں نشے میں ہوں

– شاہد کبیر

The ruse I became for thee

This poem is a response to Miss Aima Jamal‘s excellent composition: “The Person I could Never be“.

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As placid as it looked to thee,
each piece of mine emitted perplexity,
for a puzzle you left unsolved,
waited too long for your touch
to sample its destiny…

As composed as it found to thee,
each wall was at verge of rupturing,
for a house you abandoned,
hosted tornadoes and storms,
keeping doors open in your waiting.

As polite as it sounded to thee,
each pulse of mine echoed calamity,
for a heart you composed songs for,
allowed clamor to chord in,
for your voice to appear stealthily.

As accustomed as it occurred to thee,
each part of mine reeked toxicity,
for a garden you left attending,
played with wild to become forest,
hoping, you may come hunting.

As calm as it seemed to thee,
each wave of mine contained a sea,
for an ocean you left restless,
kissed the shore just to know,
your whereabouts daily…

As eloquent as it read to thee,
each letter of mine struggled to breath,
for a poem you left incomplete,
soaked – ink of entire universe, yet
for you remained its hem – arid.

As warm and kind as it felt to thee,
each pore in my body kept barbarity,
for a dessert you made a drizzle in,
kept mirage of hope persisted,
knowing, one day you may observe
the ruse I became for thee…

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– Dedicated to the dear beloved with whom lover is, as much in love as in war…

Photo Credits:

1- Nicholas Hoult – Screencap from film ‘X Men – First Class’
2- Nicholas Hoult – Screencap from film ‘Warm Bodies’

The Insurmountable

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Had there been a huge wall of rocks
to scale between us…
we would’ve built stairs together
even if by piling all our possessions,
to nail a pole, holding the flag of surmounting love…
for we intended to never harm
the vines or twines of nature
that surrounded us,
and built us a nest – a safe haven when
we were most withered.

Had there been a mighty ocean
to swim between us…
we would’ve built a bridge together
even from straws spread across the shore
to cross and discover love-islands we adored,
for we intended to never harm
the trees that guarded us
and protected us
from the storms when
we were most scattered.

Had there been a gigantic mountain
to climb between us…
we would’ve formed the ropes together
even from shreds of clothes covering us,
to reach the peak intensity of our love…
for we intended to never harm
the nature that kept us enclosed
and sheltered
from strong winds that blew when
we were light feathered.

Had there been a blinding fog
to swab between us…
we would’ve inhaled it all together
even at cost of the senses that empowered us,
to establish purity of an unending love…
for we intended to never harm
the weather or the seasons
that were always kind to us,
showering their blessings
as dew and sparkle when
we were most dry and arid.

Had there been a breathing volcano
to pass over between us…
we would’ve built clouds and thunders together,
even by evaporating ourselves into a thin air,
to soothe a fire in mountains from rains of love…
for we intended to never harm
the geezers of nature,
and fountains of warmth,
that kept our world soothing, and
filled our wells with compassion, when
we were most abandoned.

Had there been a thick forest
to maneuver between us…
we would’ve explored its maze together
even by forsaking all we regarded dear,
to prove what pulled us together was more
entwined than anything that appeared
for we intended to never harm
the decorum of territories or foliage patterns,
that kept us segregated
from the beasts and the demons when
we were most befuddled.

Had there been a puddle of quicksand
to crossover between us…
we would’ve built the wings together,
even by forfeiting our right to stumble,
to own the sky which hosts pairs of birds forever
for we intended to never harm
the sacred grounds, ambiance or atmosphere,
that kept us close and tight among those
we called our own, when
we didn’t know even a definition of love.

But alas, my love,
we couldn’t do that…

For what we faced
were man-made
impediments and sanctions,
those fences and barriers,
such encompassing restrictions…
that were perhaps,
more mightier than the oceans,
more higher than the mountains,
more blinding than the fog,
and even thicker than the forests…
or any other resistance in nature…

For those
hand drawn borders fractured the free sky
we would have created ripples of love in…
and hefty piles of traditions drowned the boats
that carried the love’s offspring,
Those sanctity of religions,
restricted heart beats and thoughts
that made one come close to beloved.
And those nailed shackles of
color, caste, creed, and background
that managed to bind everything together
except love…

The world we live in
still ranks people,
and relations on basis of everything
that comes along
involuntarily bound to us
since an incident of birth…
And somehow they become so
relevant to keep our souls in
chains and cuffs;
For justification of
our hearts to be sealed behind the
the walls and fences invincible…
to keep us apart forever from what our
souls crave, from our heart’s hunger…
no matter how much we intended or
geared towards all the passion and love…

Or
Perhaps,
we didn’t know how to try better, my love…
May be we gave up way too soon
like the weaklings
before
we could give chance to something,
we read in books, tales and poems,
didn’t they preach us
“only thing insurmountable is an unending love”.

– Dedicated to “Love – insurmountable”…

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Art/ Image credits:

1- Angel falls – Location: Venezuela
2- Embrace – Artist: Tomasz Alen Kopera

I found…

This poem is a sequel to the poem: Lately…

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“What I needed most was really a lightness to swim, the day I earned my wings.”

I found, for every being,
who loves the rivers and sea
or the oceans for their storage
of fragments of history,
dives deep in, to recover the debris,
sometimes ends up becoming it.

I found, for every being,
who loves the ruins, ancient structures,
and the abandoned places,
in search of a treasure we all seek,
digs deep in, to recover a peace,
sometimes ends up succumbing to it.

I found, for every being,
who loves to fly in a dream,
weaving flying carpet of fantasy
that breaches walls and boundaries,
falls deep, if no attempts are made
such that reality turns in.

I found, for every being,
who loves to lend a visit to galleries,
or to listen rhythm of a thundering,
gives a lot in, to acquire the wings,
forgetting, one takes home back
more than one ever brings.

I found, for every being,
who loves interacting with seasons,
be it an autumn, be it a spring,
keeps longing, to re-create, what
no longer exists, till day, one self
turns  into an object of yearning.

Similarly, I found, for every being,
how love is still a necessity,
like an air for human to breath on,
blood for a vampire to quench on…
flesh for a beast to feed on…

That no matter what,
even when one’s not oblivious
of fantasy within, of all the consequences,
one would not stop,
till demise is reached,
of all hope lurking still somewhere in shadows,
or of the lover seeking a resolution.

In one way or another, it would go on,
till sun of yearning, and moon of longing,
keep drowning, yet to rise again
from bed of ocean.

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“Quite like that I found myself there, way I found myself in you… Deeply embedded.”

– Dedicated to discoveries one stumbles upon, in the journey of love…

Image credits:
1. An underwater sculpture by artist Jason deCaires Taylor, entitled ‘Resurrection’.
2. Sculpture discovered from an Ancient Egyptian city named Heracleion or Thonis.