Fast flowing road
Is the straits of the town.
A flood of comely faces
In hotels, shopping plazas and parks
Wafts of cologne fragrance
Forming angle after angle
Of lines, dashes and circles
Of body cultures.
Desires not unlike tar
Vitriolic relationships
Dreams falling into sewer of time
Poison of muddy tears
Smouldering, half extinguished
Sleep perched on eyelashes
Bodies, stinking-dead-tired
Tyranny in sleeping rooms
Warth of nearness entwined with distance.
Fast flowing road
Is the straits of the town.
'Wafts of cologne fragrance Forming angle after angle Of lines..' Your poem is made of the imagery influenced by subconscious ways, very vivid and at the next instant vaguely dreamy pictures as I am reading it through. The architecture and emotion of your dreams is timeless, thanks for sharing with your readers, Naseer. Regards, Amary.
I was captivated by the title and the rest of the poem didnt disappoint. Eloquently penned. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. :)
a beautiful way of writing and a poem which i enjoyed reading while seeing that poet silently watching what all around whie the thoughts passed so deep in his mind...10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is there nothing that escapes your observations naseer? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?