This Afternoon Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

A dove with purple feathers
And a dark line around the neck
Is caught in a net. A ram handcuffed.
A white car is held in robots above
The earth. There is no loss otherwise.

Looking for a woman
The cubist's eyes were too
Apparent and the lips were made
Too red. There was a disintegrating woman,
Which was too expressive and damned.
Like a simple country music,
Bland sans all complexity.

This woman was actually not there
Nameless, she existed in lines.
The intensity of projecting a complex
Terribly harsh countenance,
Of someone who even does not know
What all this is about.

To be conscious or not to be conscious?
Will it make a difference.
No, if all are unconscious, or all conscious.
If some unconscious and others conscious?
This makes a difference.

We talked about a surrealist master of dreams,
This afternoon.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
October 17,2012