Feigning Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

A fine sunny day it was;
Not a public holiday,
Still I was in my bed
With aching-pleasure
Of my melancholic dreams.

Wake up, Kamran!
What a beautiful day it is;
What a lovely breeze of benign hopes,
Knocking at your secluded door.
Come on, dear oblivious soul!
No more you need to dwell
In the shelter of psychedelic smoke.
Rise up! Love is calling your name.

Well, again you making me fool;
I am no more detached from reality.
I know your intention of creeping
In the dungeon of my soulless existence.
You want me to fall in love
With the fake beauty of this illusive world;
I know, it’s a trap and I am no more an idiot.

Hey!
Please try to understand,
How long you can live?
With such a painful existence;
You don’t deserve to cry,
When all smiling, though fake it is.

My dear romantic self!
Happiness can never be fictitious,
If I got to feign
To satisfy my covetous heart;
I would better love to live in pain,
And to die in peace with Truth
Smiling on my face.


Dec 05,2009