Hot Pearls Of My Eyes Poem by Akhtar Jawad

You still sleep in the same bed room,
the portrait of a newly married couple is still hanging on the wall,
pleasant winds coming from the Arabian Sea still titillating,
through the western window like a thief they come.
Failed to steal what they wanted to,
have now become violent,
now they enter the room like a robber,
and reach the deepest places of heart and soul,
what for they come,
what did they want to steal,
the queen of night adjacent to the window,
smiled and whispered,
they want your precious loneliness,
that inspires you to write the poems,
the wind will give this inspiration to the moon,
and the moon will write a lyric on the stars.
The wind loves to sing it.
And the stars love to listen to.
When the summer clouds become too dense,
and when the monsoon comes from the east,
dancing like an untouched virgin,
being ecstatic in love,
the two clouds hug each other,
and the pearls of rains fall on the thirsty earth,
the queen of night gives birth to the fragrant white flowers,
that has a magic to activate everything on the earth,
even the coldest hearts are melted,
that have been frozen by the cruel time,
and when the frozen hearts melt,
many new love stories start,
you do not snooze
sitting on a chair in your dining room,
the romantic comedy forgotten by someone,
that has so many melodious lyrics of love,
is staged once again.
Lo suddenly the naughty clouds came.
Downpours on the queen of night
blossomed white fragrant flowers.
The snoozing poet felt a touch on his shoulders,
Perhaps it's she,
perhaps she has taken out the frozen dishes from the deep freezer
perhaps she has refreshed it in a microwave oven,
perhaps she will dine with him once again,
but then he awoke fully
snoozing ceases,
he couldn't see her.
It was merely a half dream
during a half sleep,
How can this frozen woman be melted
Alas! She is still frozen!
The touch was a naughtiness of a hoping human heart!
My painful loneliness you are so much precious,
you have your own charms.
He was dreaming to dine with her.
to talk and discuss with her,
what's missing in the life.
Relations are like the delicious dishes frozen in a deep freezer
and are required to be heated in the heart.
But how to melt a frozen beloved,
plucked the flowers,
made a bouquet,
put it in the empty flower pot.
The wall clock struck twelve times,
the time to pass the nights lonely has now come,
and once it comes,
it never goes back.
The clock struck again and again,
and now it struck five times,
telling the times of dinners and supers are over.
Ahead is the loneliness only.
And Oh! The loneliness of a grave!
Just waiting for a call to get up,
how long the loneliness will continue?
Nobody knows.
Listen to the call for the morning prayers,
get rid of snoozing and waiting a frozen beloved,
brush the teeth,
boil water in a kettle,
make a cup of tea,
have some biscuits,
that's the only way to bid farewell to a lonely night
and to welcome a day,
to be followed by another lonely night,
the brightest feature of such a night
is a poem on loneliness,
or on cruelty of time.
A rewarding output of loneliness!
Dear winds!
Though it's the only joy left in the life,
still if you need it
you can steal it.
I cannot carry the joy of writing poem in my grave,
so let me clean my body and soul,
let me bow my head before the eternal beloved
and let me hope the beloved
who was never frozen,
and who will never be frozen,
will be in my grave to dine with me
the eternal breakfast,
the lunch and the dinner.
Let the poem written in the ending lonely night
be stolen.
I am sure if it has a pleasant fragrance
the wind may spread it,
otherwise,
I am now used to with the pains,
so what if another pain!
Loneliness is the ultimate fate
let me write another poem
that I may carry with me
in my lonely grave.
But being a human being
I am helpless
if it brings hot pearls in the sleepless eyes!