The pleasurable cup brims.
Oh! Just sips around its rims.
Leaping flames reek consumption.
The plundered soul seeks redemption.
The horse unbridled, on to rasp.
Tethered wretchedly by a fraying hasp.
The strong current of the river a coax.
Hidden truths! A veritable hoax?
The distant chorus at the pew.
Heard alas by the ascetic few.
The here and now reigns supreme.
Profound the share of yon extreme.
Soul ripped in commotion.
Ah! the demotion.
Soul and being cross sword in strife,
as Illusion sucks the nectar of life.
Overwhelmed and rife
Spiked sonata of the sublime fife.
What resided in the niches of my heart?
Treachery of me; to my consort.
I am only so much man.
Nothing I know of the larger plan.
(Islamabad) ,
(May 07,2009)
It is an intense and eloquent verse. 'Plundered soul'....'soul ripped in commotion' and 'spiked sonata' all are vivid images that enhance the imposing theme of a suffering soul.
wonderfullllllllllllllll dear friend..you write so beautiful poem..i love it
Some clever working here Saadat of the complexities and tragedy of life. Nicely expressed. Not over elaborate. Just hint enought to give us a handle on the themes. jim (PS Sonsieneb is a section of cliff in the Clanyard Bay, SW Scotland, that gulls nest on and anglers fish from. Access to and from is a bit precarious at times. Gulls eggs are very nutritious with as salty a taste as you'd expect from scavengers of the sea.. Thanks for reading... and hey, there's no need to ever leave comments Saadat - I'm just a lowly scribbler... save your time for the good writers.. appreciated. jim)
An eminent expression...congratulations...and thanks for your comment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wowwwwwwww so beautiful what resided in the niches of my heart? -10 anjali