Impassable Hour Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Mouthfuls of silence, impassable hour,
Umpteen names, charred
Silted bed of salt, textured color of stone
Eyed, hearted blinked in orange and black,
Swinging in air, tailed in brilliance
Of white and mud hues.
Sorriest my expectant ears
Recital of your poem,
Wheels, wings and fans flying in space.
Dance the word,
Dance it on the surface of dried water,
Laked below the ocean
Like snail crawl, like a scarred wound.
In happy chaos, from dreams catch
Your hands have the marks,
Palms and fingers convulse.
The tongued song has the emptiness
Of the other nights, spent bereft, barren.
Fish the ocean, of dew,
Breathe odor of the finest flower,
The damp autumn of wild cracking leaves.
The bud awaits a sunbeam
Of the season of spring,
The thing knows the thing by perceptive
Delights, if the moon could emit rays,
Reflective thought
And we carry butterfly wings,
Or eagle's sharp eye.
Death has the ramifications of blindness
And life has the visions
Ultimate journey wears you,
Tears apart and the rose on the grave
Covered, coveted. Love is both
Life and death
Life and death whether you go to funerals,
Or end a celebration of happiest moment.

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
December 3,2014.