Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab

***The Night Carrying Hundred Hills (popular poetry)

In the fight of love
Broken all the bangles
In my hands

I remain sleepless
Under the cover
Through out the cold night

I remain excited
Flat motionless
By the weight of the flash back
Your face
Haunting like a ghost

Felt in the chest
Breaking the ribs
The night is carrying hundred hills.

Kicking inside
Strangulating breath
The dyke is broken, flood in the cheeks

Brightest burning candle
In the jet black time

The cruellest moment
Silence refuses to listen
Solitude taunts my orphan emotions

Wind stops to blow
The only hey of hope
I hold tight the wet pillow

‘Whom do you love? ’
Two angels come and ask
Thousand buds of pain
In the desolate basket of empty dream
Bloom into flowers of pleasure
When I shout your name.

Submitted: Friday, November 02, 2012
Edited: Saturday, May 18, 2013
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