@ The Way We Connect Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

@ The Way We Connect



This is the way we connect
From inside out and vice versa
This is a blue autumn in a maple leaf,
A nostalgic olive green and a cushion of red
Beige and almond color, orange and mustard:
We think the pastels have been rubbed
To the canvas and are being sold
Like frozen words enchained in a paper back.

An inverted rectangle had a different meaning
Posted on grey wall, as if two silhouettes
Out of hatred for each other are embracing.
Lifting oneself from above the body
Piercing through and through to know
Why people have been created,
And knowing that every thing is without sanity.

An eye above an eagle’s and some molten gold
Holding on to the base as possession
From a distant past and a minimalist palette;
The discovery of an artist long dead,
An amazing hue of red and green
And we did not know except
The exotica of purple and pink taken from
The color of lips of some women who did not care.

Pointillist, miniature manicures
Playing with ideas mutilated and disfigured
Nothing else would change the reality
A translated verse of the yore was so clichéd:
Knowing and not knowing is equal.
I decided to let her decide
A cover for my book at least
A fresh idea will be transported and I know
Nothing decides the fate and a heap
Dumped on the shelves,
Would decide what alienation is like to read.

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Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
July 11,2013.

Art by Zahoor Ul Akhlak (1941-1999)
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