Asad Ali Poems

In ocean there are waves
As high as the tower of Paris
We sailors even don’t pretend to climb
We sailors are happy to survive and recline
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There was someone
Beneath my hoary window
Somewhere deep
In the trembling shadows of bougainvillea
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Hope is like rain vowing to penetrate every pore of life
World is gazing towards the sky for a droplet or two
Dripping through the fingers of some invincible God
Emerging in the thick billows of economic currents
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It all started with the first sight. I opened my eyes in a hazy primordial soup where millions of figurines were floating silently…………shimmering with the dreams, vowing to unchain the mercurial ballerina of reality.

I gazed at the sky through the veil of golden stream, through the mist of mysterious night. I stared at the mighty ocean till it jumped into an arid desert for hundreds of thousands of years and returned with a mischievous smile chanting "See how long I can hold my breath? "
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A boy was burnt alive
Scorched were the clothes, flesh vaporized
Even the bones transmuted to ashes
But something survived
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A wingless bird cannot fly
Cannot even see but the handful of sky
Will never know invisible trails in the sneaky air
No zephyr, no twister will ever lift it high
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With no music, no applause
No hope, no regret
I dance in the dark
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