Naveed Khalid Poems

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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What needest I this mirror that is still,
and oft by looking liking moves
me more to the River where Moses cried and wept,
to see him where he stands in the public eye,
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Of untamed heart and cold thy most high deserts,
that from the debris of ruined ashes to titanic visions afar,
this enigma of your dream goes loitering around the world;
I've not enough strength to bear the burden of thy yoke too dear,
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When all too weird with what I behold to my mind still,
of e'er melting snow in the mellowing year of spring;
where but unhindered scope of beauty abounds,
I most my eyes hath fed with age-old love,
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Must I deny thee of such subtle thought,
that by reality of a dream too but stirrs the mind,
of sadeian myth this world of thy most high deserts;
where least I find worthy of thy perusal
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Of impeding shadow this world beside
my shipwrecked dreams,
that in waste of words to bloody tyrant time,
I still hold dear her enchanting slogans of disparity
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Me not in much haste to morning’s pure serene,
that in largess of some thought to a far-fetched sky
such phantom of chalice wings in thy graceful ease,
makes beauteous my nights by day’s toil too bright
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I'll not let myself be swayed by this feeling
of broken mast-shaft at north,
too drear from out of the blues in still waters;
that in meek hours of the night my shipwrecked dreams,
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When a black cat purrs at the citadel
of bewitching looks in ill-omen,
her most ardent desire awakes a wonder in thine eye;
that to my mind still my shipwrecked dreams
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