Credits:-Artist Laura Sava

 

As my “self” resurrects 

the drunken stupor fading away

my head bursts,

overwhelmed by a million different emotions

from

Love 

to Anger

to Heartbreak & Depression

&

like a drug addict chasing a hit

or like a

Sunflower

yearning to kiss

sunlight

I look at my only remedy

&

As my eyes gaze

at her captured allure

’tis just a ghost of her enchantment

but still potent

for us paupers of amour

 

For the auburn 

gleam of her eyes

the glistening ruby of her lips,

the bronze of her skin,diaphanous in muslin

guides my soul back to the phantasms of her being !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hussain:

Heaven on Earth !

Originally posted on muradkamal:

All I really hope for is that people from all over the world can see Pakistan for what it truly is, not what the media or the propaganda shows us to be.

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Gallery  —  Posted: July 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Credits:-Google images

She likes to caption

perfectly poised pictures

with prose

of philosophical perfection

She considers herself art

A fragmented,

forbidden attraction!

In fact

she’s just a mirage

a refraction of perception

materialistic shallowness

cloaked  in lyrical dervishness !

 

 

 

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The serenity my soul

once possessed,

blows away

like fragile auburn leaves

on a crispy Autumn morn !

For the tree of my “self”

is bared with life’s gusts!

Exposing stark naked

the branches of my personality,

For the white mantle of snow !

For it is said

“Winter is the spring of genius “

Daamun chupa kar jo tum nikley ho

iss dil pey vaar karkey !

(After delivering a blow to my heart you have

ran my love, covering your frame/bodice/lap!)

Aye they tum aye Saqi,

Wasl ki aas dey key !

(With a promise /incitement of union

you came to me Oh Cup Bearer! )

Khambakht they hum

key bhool gey Hussain!

(And Lo how cursed you are !

that you forgot Hussain!)

Ye siraf qabz kar tey hey roohon ko

ganeeh zulfo ka chaoon dey key !

(They only reap the souls of  poor men

with the shadow of their lush black hair )

Rituals and obligations

that is what is ingrained

the soul is left to wander

its atonement the biggest worry

but the medium mundane

for we believe in acts of worship

in ceremonies and protocols

but have we forgotten ?

God  may absolve  His rights ,

 but unforgivable are the rights of Adam’s brood ! !

 

i search for silence

I search for serenity in hidden glades and fins!

I search for the  peace , for the solitude

that poured in me from the cup of my beloved’s flesh !

For

I found myself , under the canopy of her raven hair

For

I became “One”  from the  intoxication of her fragrant soul !

Now I roam,

the ends of the earths

a hermit of love

a drunkard of my lovers soul !