iqra hassan

I am many "me"…

Having a rummage through my soul,
My fermenting mind tracing any signs of me..
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Everyday, I born anew,
Everyday, is a start afresh,
The older parts of ‘'myself'' are shed,
The newer ones are born in lieu,
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You say you are a writer…

You say you are a writer,
Then why don't you write about my eyes?
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Transparent blood…

Meridian of crimsons and vermilions,
deep and warm,
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The Beholder..

Soft trodden dreams of pure silk,
Against emerald background of shiny, young eyes,
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Should I make you mine?
Or dream you o' divine?
Should I be your skin?
Closer than a kin?
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Those hands were used to henna and bangles,
Those eyes flaunted in kohl and dreams,
Her voice echoed like wind chimes all over,
Her laughters could transform the deepest of spleen,
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Habitat of clouds was cheeringdilly,
Rain joined in the pandemonium,
To hail the coronation of the first ray of light,
That entered the mellow heart of a young lily,
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Clattering are the rambling thoughts,
Surging into my magnet-brain,
Which attracts even the cameoed-portraits,
That appeared and went away in a jiffy,
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That pasturage of penury,
Where scant is the grass of life,
Inadequate for every soul to graze,
That passes by this precinct,
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I was already carrying within me,
That blasphemous flesh which bowed to demigods,
That blood which was void of any piety,
The pricking thoughts of all those thorns,
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Somber smiles,
Jargoned utterances,
Hardcore thistles,
Hanging ruthless dandelions,
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Something triggered the process of death in me,
And my senses began to melt in numbness,
My existence has skipped the notions of time and space,
The audition is blurred, the vision is imbibed..
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Only dreams are visible now,
And my eyes have gone in the background,
Lurking in them are myriads of torpid, broken smiles..
My eyes could not hide them,
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I know you write to Charles,
The same fucking Charles who died ages back
But still didn't die…
Who left his madness packed in his bloody poems,
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Clouds form Smokey spirals
And I raise my heavy head
Like a scared child raises his eyeballs in fear
What the sky is upto now?
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I curse you Bukowski,
You ruined me.
Not merely your poems, but that laugh..
Teeth tainted with shamelessness
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I have never seen magic
Walking down the aisle,
I do not know how mysteries drip down
Like rain upon hearts
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Smoke…

Again he raised his fingers to his mouth,
In which the cigarette was hanging carelessly,
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My thoughts get tangled in the galaxies above…

My thoughts get tangled in the galaxies above,
In the light of the remotest stars at the far corner,
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