Khurshid Alam Poems

The grass is shaking
a mouse may be nibbling
at the root
The grains will soon turn
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I’ve seen
many men of lesser quality
rise upwards
and have immense influence
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I’m slave to myself.
I’m slave to my desire:
My desire is boundless.
I’m slave to my fantasy:
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We sleep to dream
We sleep to dreams
We wake to act
We wake to facts.
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Paths are obstructed at the no-man’s land
where they die gasping at the boundary
against the barbs grounded at either side.
Let me move without a stop
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The doll imitates the forms
Of a woman
But it lacks the content—
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We’ll meet at the crossings
Or see each other in the crowd
Or match eyes from a distance
Then we’ll realize
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I took just a few steps
And the road ended
I took a stride
And the path finished
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Till a few minutes past, my eyes were blank
Then you painted yourself in them beautiful
Now I plant flowers and leaves of different hues
In my garden where once stood the store room
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I worship the prophetess of love
beauty, majesty, glory, and desire -
she is the sublime of all arts.
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