Aamir Abdullah Poems

TITLE: TIME IS RUNNING OUT

Our lacerated flesh
is stitched with thorns
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Cover the distance
Inch by inch
From one breath to another
Move with each beat of your heart
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So, you think, you can
Swim through the cold, deep ocean
Depending on a lonesome straw
Which lost the fire of its soul
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On that very night
Sat owls, in an eternal silence
Bats hanging from the stiff branches
Looked like they were
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Santa will you come
Come to my home

I am not christian
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You cultivated in me
A desire
That grew lush green
With amorous fragrance
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Going to strike ten
The cosmic clock
Just two hours far is his death
A damp, cold death
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Horizon occupied by gray
Rained a fluid black
Waves looked pale and tired
When pushed
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Before you cross the bridge
Dreaming of dancing peacocks
Twinkling purple stars
Velvety puffs of breeze
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PARTED SOUL

Parted souls walking through the streets
Speak of nothingness
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