Discordant Thought Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Nay nor not letters to begin.
Many dreams now not remembered.
Break it into enjambment or caesura.
Words with restrain speak much,
Speak much and write much like a dance,
Human figure or a swan's to ecstasy.
Nothing is achieved as you count
The successes. The loss haunts and,
Numerous. So is life made.

Did you hear the lament of the music,
Did the nothingness out of thin air.
Did the fabric in time then in time,
Did the beloved then listened not.

Of the eternity's great pages in saga,
Did it not appear with the honey
From heaven. Was not it wearing brocaded
Garment and chest high. Then did it not let you,
A mouthful of the nectar to your heart's content.
Were not you afraid to satiate yourself from,
The eternity's great feast. And were not you,
Accompanied by the reindeers that reside,
Elsewhere away and away.

I am you or you are me is not the debate.
None to argue, as filling the time with,
Certain acts. I am either a host or a guest.
Nothing of this or that matters.
Many a times I have seen myself
Playing the strings of restraint when your heart,
Was singing the same tune of harmony and chaos.

I would not have longed your presence,
Nor remembered you with such intensity.
Had it not been for the beauty of your eyes,
Had it not been for the severity of desire,
Had it not been for the maze we are living in.
Had it not been for the immensity of discordant thought.

April 30,2012