Without Wings Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Come the way you like,
I have abhorrence from dreams
and wings that you do not have
but come on wings.

Carry some goblets filled with ash of bones,
some scratched earth from the hollow balls of skulls
someone who had eaten up both the eyes;
on the cold footnotes of graves
touch the toes for some tinkling sensation.

My kisses on your face has the burdens
of some funerals and these tears
from your eyes speak so much
to mourn about.

The dark green bottle that carries the genie
walks in slow spirits to boost
its cask has invented from the death of sugar
some juices from the autumnal fruits.

The water without taps and without confines,
my hands on my sides grow
letting go the walls
to breathe
to breathe

In the crisp white sheets on the bed
O angel of death!
behind the thicket of curtains
the sun did not bring hope

I said come flying
without wings.

Islamabad
July30,2010