The Details Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The Details

Rating: 5.0


The beloved is sitting in front
For me to paint her pretty face
The lines and the forehead
Eyes and lips
Dimple in the chin
Or a high neck

Slowly the vision of the real fades
The lines get blurred
And the form is loosing shapes
So are the colors
In the imagery of the things
When real has lost its ordained value
Shapes like the dream mixed with reality
Dark clouds now surrounding the image
Sooner the sage appears
With a cup of wine
The taverns best hidden underneath the earth
The mix of the colors in dark blue
Red of the wine and a window opening
The sage announces it to be a door from heavens
Obliterated is the image and the beloved is lost

In different angles and lines
Line and angle
Crossing each other and so many times
The eternal scheme now in various directions
Like the lines joining the stars
In the end while pouring wine
That flows above the lines
The angles now overlapping each other
I dilute my colors with wine
And for the deep red
I add blood from my heart

I want to get into the details
Of my being

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Reshma Ramesh 20 October 2008

sadiq............wow...this one is soo deep and magnificent

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M M 16 August 2008

A powerful poem, mixing very deep thoughts, the flow of a consciousness trying to catch the details of oneself (Quest[ion] of the 'Who'...) into an appropriate imagery which catches the mind into the decribed scene. Reality and Dream mixing together to prepare the best conditions of a real search of the 'I', where values and usual conditions leave place to something which can appear strange because of a lack of habitude, but which is the real way to find out oneself, a place where there is only 'I', whoever this 'I' could appear. The loss of the reference points is starting point from where 'I' can be 'seen' as it is. I also love the third stanza, in which Truth is interpretated through its multiple angles, like the faces of a diamond. The diamond (Truth) can only be considered through all its faces to be understood.... One side of it is the truth, indeed, but the whole truth is the sum of each of its side.... 10 is not enough, but... A very interesting poem!

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