Of An Unlived Life Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The tendering unlived dreams,
Of a consumerist social interface.
Of many paradoxical covers like
A Russian doll, layer after layer.

Living in other places and times,
With parents that have passed away,
Years ago. A fantasy that never leaves you.
The dark haired girl with pungent thought.
Getting out of it, or living the closer to fancy.

Living in a house that has an address, a street where,
Long and tall cedar trees are hanging with their leaves.
A very warm corner with firewood, tea pot in tea cozy.
Of the many desires and stories in closed houses.

Riding a boat, wearing an expensive tailor's suit.
A satisfaction gained in a story of a man,
Sitting under a warm hat, and telling,
That how in great contentment he lives with,
His three daughters. A young man, with
His back towards a walking tract of mud,
In hilarious ecstasy lost in the dry branches,
Of trees, on the corner of the most busy road.

The lives unlived are the creation of our fantasies.
So much akin to operas and theatres,
We carry in our minds and hearts.
On the big screen of the unlived lives,
The lived lives are far apart.
Much below the perceived self.
And we live borrowed lives.
We escape certain lives.
We live in every life.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
January 25,2013.