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Aftab Alam

Gold Star - 33,636 Points (15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Feathers of memories

Last night my slumber didn't come to this cage
Restless I was, strolled and looked through haze
Unwinked eyes with calm breeze till crimson red
Waited the bird to come and put me in my bed |

Zephyr tapped me, in a way as she used to tap
Since then eyes blinded and took no sleep no nap
Now I am half alive n’ half dead with no taste of life
I lost the marvel, before interval: Bahar, my Wife II

Seen, time has ran beneath my foot and over my head
Fate an aerofoil flew high, beyond my thought n’ lead
She was the body and I was the wing, an attached hinge
With the colour of life, with the heavens lovely tinge II3I

I know that the world is a beautiful with many mazes
Me, inside the one, beyond my imagination with images
O my dear slumber! Come eternally and put me in peace
Before the dusk with the musk before decay with hiss I4I

O my Lord, I prithee! Unfreeze me before me to freeze
Abiding all the rules and pact and with heavens lease
If at all to depart then why there is a chaos and hitch
Life has became a cliché, I suck the thought like a leech I5I

Although this is the beautiful world which you made
Yet I couldn’t beautify the world with thy virtue: the shade
Every one talk about peace: tree, air, river, birds animal, mountain
Still we are far to understand, the peace which we contain I6I

We all know that the heaven reside within us
Still we have many walls with stupendous fuss
What mind and heart and thought we all keep?
What we? With Lost vision and beautiful eyes deep I7I

Purification of SOUL, did we all not talk! And we worship
Body needs no spiritualism but food to foster soul to ship
A ship can’t sail on the ocean with a hole at the bottom
So the body can’t sail with soul, if we think it’s a phantom I8I

But an useless imagination, a night without morning
Without sun for warm and light we are merely burning
The faith, the humanity and the garden: the earth
None spared, all are suffering, since their birth I9I

Why to worry that my sufferings are not predestined!
Knew, not only sorrow but happiness is also destined
On my path before the wrath, will I walk on thorns only?
As fire became flower to Abraham so thorn to me, solely |10I

Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 19, 2013

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  • Rookie - 219 Points David Wood (8/19/2013 5:04:00 AM)

    We have to cling on to hope as sometimes that is all there is. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,167 Points Valsa George (8/19/2013 12:18:00 AM)

    The sun sets in the evening only to rise the next morn! If loneliness and depression darken your days now, hope that there would soon be the dawn of sunshine and sweet warmth! What is needed is the ability to cling on to hope, even when we are drowning! A very poignant write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,585 Points Sallam Yassin (8/18/2013 11:39:00 AM)

    suffering and pain in his way god teaching us
    where the righteous path
    in the journey of the life
    and the deep faith in god
    every pain will become a grace like Abraham's fire taste who became a heaven for the days and nights he resided there/ great piece and deep message (Report) Reply

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