Shujaat Rahi Poems

Angles clad in white
Rustling pinions bright
Whispering through midnight
Spread a dazzling light.
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Caught in corridors of time
I am holding crumbling walls
Fall, upon my feeble heart,
Pangs and pains like waterfalls
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Be it freshness, be it bloom
Dawns at those amazing hands
Gazing at that crimson face
Takes one to enchanting lands
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Embrace of mother earth
Is but caress of silk
The touch of timeless time
Is sweet like mother's milk
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Tiny Firefly

In the dead of night
Dancing a radiant star
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Even if there is no traveller
On the desolate way

Go on kindling, keep on lightening
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The tree that I gazed at, has started growing inside me.
-Rilke, the French poet

The bunyan trees
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In the grey dusk...
soaring...
the wounded bird
Inscribing on the air
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I fought against the winds and waves
And dallied with the thunder gust
I wandered in the galaxies
And in the earthly dust and rust
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Not that I do not not dream or plan
My dreams, my plans all go amiss
Behind the lofty pinnacle
There is a chasm, a deep abyss
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