No Intended Meanings Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

It is the way it is.
So fragmented the meanings
Have gone. So unemotive are
The words. They look like a heap
Of arranged bricks. Tall and vulgar.
They will also stand cannon balls.
Or a human tied to a guided missile.

The affect,
Is the sensorial space without any,
Meaning. It has no message.
Sense and the image would bring in,
On a higher ground of feeling;
Put to speech without using hackneyed,
Phraseology.

This is no silence either. Nothing spiritual.
It is sans competition. It is to yourself.
The other. It is affect. It is feeling.

Sadiullah Khan
Peshawar
December 3,2012