Naveed Khalid Poems

If only I could tell thee how I feel
for thy love,
I would not have to write;
nor you'd read with much difficulty
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When oft the sun from nowhere arise,
Of what in beauty's look but you suffice,
That I can ne'er be, thy love no more;
Nor by what capacity of Poet's mind,
...

No thought so insidious that in grey matter of the mind,
of unhindered scope this world beside
to eternal bliss at midnight lease in waking hour;
I still behold in false pretense to vague impressions
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Let us not stretch this tale too long,
and where the threads of thought go unchecked;
nor I can weave what is in your mind;
but quite unawares of such suddenness,
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What in words thy Muse hath brought to light
is but by thy heavenly stars inspir'd,
which for enough too long thy mirror hath served;
that without my reflection, a lasting gaze
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(Inspired by William Blake's painting:
The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun)

O ye tell me not in mournful numbers of world forlorn,
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Thus, I so spake that in my retiring room
e'ery looking glass that shows not half thy part,
of untamed heart's forfeited first in winter cold
to that day of unaltered eye I still behold
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No, not I can e'er profane thee with all too weird
my senses numb,
of what lies buried in yellow-pages of history
to eyes so blind in nurslings of immortality,
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I could see that reeling shadow o'er the wall on high,
crawl beneath the bed of crimson joy,
that in darkling inkpot of ruffled feathers;
too, but stirrs the mind with so much of extravaganza,
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Let no one know that I exist,
and in thy presence no more;
but you alone by what I am
worthy of thy perusal,
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