Insha Muzafar Poems

this must be the
last station
night rubs her pebbled palms
with needles of rain
...

All night rain kept beating
against roofs and windows
Mad with unfullfilled desires
Pouring out her being
...

Boats came and went
floating certain on dark waves
unconcious sway of restless oars
against formless water
...

Moonlight
falls on broken bridge
suicide
...

Darkness
paints cold walls
prison
...

Orange marigolds
encircle old cypresss
garden
...

Rainbows
scattered amid jade grass
summer
...

Watching
indifferent cosmos
unaware of me
I tried and tried
...