The Dream House Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Anger mulled with signs of pity
On the desires wind horse
The mystification of the undesired
Appearing as absurd and with no merit
The long street of the past
Revisited with colored vision
The destiny though small
With a big appearance
And when without illumination
The worth was discovered
Mocking at the place
Made in some corner of the mind
The image of the sanctuary
Now disappearing with the reflections of dullness
In colors and the shine disappearing behind cracking doors
The illuminated panes of windows full of dust with rust iron hinges
Which appeared in the first sight as made of silver
The Turkish baths now dissolving into rotted walls
On the face, like a girl yet preparing for the make over
And suddenly caught unaware with thick puff of powder
The demystification in moments
The trees in the street appearing truncated
With leaves struggling to hold on to the branches
The character of the vicinity deformed
The dream house appearing like an open grave
The joy of the one waiting for the final moment
Of the great union with images of heaven
Which in reality is one more corner of the cemetery
With a marble name plate
Attractive only by the big trees grown out of the bones of the dead
Living demystified in the palatial buildings where air of fear blows
The dream house was nothing
But colors now muse on with mystification
And romance
Though it had lots of character