O Night, tender night, I miss the darkness
of your silent hours, when the society
is dead asleep! Introspection that shreds
myself to pieces in search of the light
demands prolonged hours of darkness in solitude!
Now I too must surrender to the whims
and wishes of my frail limbs, the pinnacle
of evolution, one step in front of the chimps!
Pity for my empty dreams I have through the night
like the rest, of belonging to a higher step
the next day; higher not ahead on a stairway
built on the whispering wind and vague promises
of a better day, at the cost of one’s neighbors’ demise!
As the dawn spreads across the horizon,
a darkness grows inside despite the rising sun.
Soon the forged manacle of time with its tick-tocking,
incessant, pushes me over the edge of sanity.
And though I know, absolute freedom too is disastrous,
amid so many shining abattoirs
on every walk of life, I am neither cruel
nor fat enough to take either roles, so I pray –
O Night, tender night, I miss growing mad the other way!
After the wetness of the rain,
on open prairies, lush and green;
after the endless waves of sand
in the glare of a desert sun;
after the lashing of the wind
atop the foggy mountain peaks;
after the broad-leaved trees become
deciduous with rose and amber
bathing as the day’s knell is tolled –
this is who I am in the end:
An applicant who has too often failed
to get into the human club
for refusing to be a cannibal;
a global citizen,
a refugee, imprisoned
in his own motherland!
Dedicated to Kholood Azz,
the most beautiful human being I have met so far,
for rekindling my love in the humankind!
In the shadows a violin comes to life.
The sadness from her sustained agonies
seeps into the wilderness of my heart.
The flash of memories, both old and new,
at my door returns, like a long lost friend
and I wonder if I am dying at last!
I can feel the soft wailing of the strings
ravaging through my organs from inside,
annihilating me like Nirvana.
Then I knew, with a shudder and a heave,
from my wild cravings to be at your side
what being in the mood for love truly means!
I grow weary of my existing form,
what good has this human shape done so far!
Wish I could have been the gentle wind instead,
blowing inland from middle earth’s northern shore
and softly play with your cascading locks,
as you look up at the evening star!
Being a nimbus cloud too would have sufficed
and float towards my destiny, against
the rotation of the earth on its poles
to hold you with my shadows from the sky,
when the sun is too rude on your sacred face
and drown your sorrows in the joy of rain!
Look at a mirror,
what do you see? Kohl rimmed eyes
that cast a dazzling look? A smile
that pales all that glitters in this world?
Cascading locks as dark as the night?
But do you see a human face?
Be a human first, if you must
attain the truest form of beauty!
Take no pride or joy
in an antisocial existence!
In a society, mostly comprised of
opportunistic and oppressive people
who oppose individual liberty,
has it not been always inevitable?
Show me not the scarlet seal of belonging on your part,
I have won many a greater things with my heart!
I can smell the fragrance of your cascading locks,
driving me insane like a magma rock!
My emptiness keeps getting amplified,
though the opposite is an illusion in human life!
I have had my fill of crooked social ways,
too engrossed with the days ahead but not the coming year;
indifferent until one’s own-self is betrayed
and then it is nothing less than an all out war!
Now I have wiped my hands and the sparks too been left behind,
I swear by the Pacific of your probing eyes!
Do you see that curve, up front, splitting away like a snake,
there let us part our ways with a silent smile and a stooping shake!