Rehan Hyder Poems

I’m Picasso if you asked colour of my eye
In séance I only speak Greek; come hither
Only if your soul has ears
I’m a Pharaoh and accept only sons for supper
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In concupiscence
frugality must be forbidden
for sons are then sent
as junk mail in ugly unsightly crates
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Do you burn incense? ?
Do you like the willowy tendrils of aroma
caressing your lithe body..
today when I smelt lavender
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when did madness of my eyes
melted to a quiver …. fell off my lips

when did your longing
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I think you are almost done
this almonry that’s me
and charity that’s you
tremors of hunger to receive
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Shall I say that silence has outnumbered
has overwhelmed by million hectares
all other possibilities birthed in spring
Nike’s swoosh muffled, dervishes whirl quiet
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Feel like a butterfly; mostly
half finished
still clinging to the
umbilical cord of the Palette
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In saline silence
with lisp-the only eloquence
turned I the rosary of breathlessness
and through cracked, soiled and unsightly
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[In Memoriam of Islamabad Tragedy]

In a typeset that just shrieked “40”
there were other boring stats about
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[Inspired by Christine Austin Cole’s “Body of Works” ]

I’ve changed my minuses to plusses
I’ve transcended to other side of equation
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