Naveed Khalid Poems

To me, this world is not a thing till date,
nor by time but an arrow let fly,
which oft by self-provoking rumours is run
in the vast sphere of an abstract,
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The canvas goes blank by more looks to the sun,
and Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, a perfect match;
her exuberant smile; her stealing looks
through many a moon by night,
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Then such parting words that unfold her seraph wings of gold,
Against a pastoral background by the countryside;
To fill the whitening page in silent hours of the night,
I stand apart from all the panorama of this world,
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I'll not show thee, love, in summer's prime,
That by the sun before your eyes,
Hath fled as well in ethereal wings,
What in beauty's look you still behold;
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While besate upon the stone
of Bohan,
of strangled looks at midnight lease
this world is but woe-betide,
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A Sea Horse

While musing o'er the dale in silent hours
of soliloquy,
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(A Tribute To Hamnet Shakespeare)

Of my pulse through unnerved blood in vein,
many a tale is weaved of the world;
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No, me not myself to claim
full measured scope
of ill-fetched schemes down the lane
in amber woods,
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I'll not by such voluptuous acmes be moved more
than this world of cut-out trees in the rainforest,
ah, but to spell them thy name of hair-knots
of virgin mother born all woe be mine,
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Me needest no witness in thy name,
that in whose enchanting slogans of disparity,
not least be worthy of thy perusal,
this world of a broken heart my shipwrecked dreams,
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