Crimson Sunset Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Blazes through the corner of the earth
Like red wine on the brim of the cup,
Discourse with you has limited relevance
The near monk's solitude is akin,
Ecstatic though, O you are the dusk's prologue.
In the narrow time, of this and that -
Like an eye blinks before going to sleep
Half open a last look, this sleep shall
Let us see dreams in the memory of the day.
The epilogue is the wandering of dervish
Small pause, but it has been through the age,
For the conscious soul, to behold a view
Equally fervent, dark and white and blue.
My mystical meaning of the unknown happenings,
Is anything bigger than this, brighter and alive
Yet this is not a slow demise, only my time
Measured in the steps of going, I watch,
And the coming is like a love's music steps.
The things have the veracity of accomplishments
But we leave them undone, and never done,
With the exception that the perfection
You have is still not understandable.
From in between the time's lapses, we incur,
An unknown phenomenon, as a ball of fire
Unrolls down the planes of desert and the camels,
Return home, sheep after grazing,
The stolen light is like a stolen kiss on the urbane,
Whether a candle is lit or huge works of lighting.
We have little to be amazed at, to wonder,
The indifference is an enigma to the lover's sight.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
January 8,2014.