Those Who Never Die Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

It's evening here, the programmed city turns silent
Strange mystic perfume is in the air
Hills are covered
And fog has occupied all avenues
Everything is falling slowly
In the balconies of the twin cities
There's no music
There is a wait in spinsters
Their eyes are wet
And their prettiest views have been erased
There's a lantern in that lone street
And a fruit-seller is selling his cries
Despite being familiar to all drastic twists and turns
My stubborn being bears no slight intention of losing myself
I know that when in a forlorn cover midnight overmasters;
In the blanket of starless night
There's no one along but you and your-self holds you
Whatever… But your own being restores your tacky skeleton
Your own and honest version walks besides you
You fearlessly face yourself with all your scattered bits
Storms throw you away, rains restrain
There are wines that kill your thirst
And the streams of eyes that literally engulf you
A lot many contradictions and qualifications tighten you
Yet the steadfast souls never disorientated themselves
For they dance in the supreme journey of love
Love prettifies the unafraid students
No theories and rules restrict them
The highest certificate to them is love
All else is mere an empty x-ray!
Because the love swiftly sway your hair
You learn to communicate the globe;
Love astounds, it stuns
Any other partly study sounds just like a fossil philosophy
Love makes its disciples bold
And the lovers dance courageously
At the pathless spots where even most of worshippers stumble
Deities desperately die over there
Prayers too go unheard, are they meant for being heard?
And the believers give up their beliefs
And the trustworthy clerks and their gods too deceive
But the passion doesn't end
Love sweetens every valley, love figures out the ways
Sheered is every shattered being
In fact, lovers learn a romance-filled liberal language
In that language, dialects and accents are of no account;
There speak lofty eyes;
There emerge stories from the womb of absolute silence
And in all soulful psalms and hymns
Lovers feel elation
Lovers feel free
They don't fear anymore to dive into the divine depths
Dreariest runways get unraveled
Love saves them
And humble lovers get ahead to the soundest cores
They do not hesitate to travel on the ambiguous headways
They are evoked by emancipated heart;
Everything at every sphere sings along with lovers
Magical and serene songs strengthen them
Aftermath of the doleful destructions sparkle the stars
To which they sing and smile
That starlight deepens their hearts
They embark journeying to more meditative monuments;
They are never tired
And there aren't any rays of relics on their forehead;
Their pens go on flowing; their writings surpass literature
No part of them wants any pause
None of their thirsty nerves is calmed…
Even they don't want to enjoy any slim slumber
They are awake forever
Lovers surrender not at any cost
For they've to kiss the lips of eternity;
They've to struggle until the dominant domains shackle
Their boldest beings get versatile at every nook
Never at any verge, they're wrinkled
In their eyes are the chapters
In them are the remains of wretched past
In them lit the lights of conscience
Lovers don't return back
Petty and rotten roads do not inspire them anymore
They're stumped
And stupefied
And anesthetized!
Lovers are motivated by their very pulse
And their endless rhythms go on moving
And their hearts go on lyricizing
They rest in poetry
They die in eternal verses
Their beats stop not
Their life is the life eternal
Love is eternal
Immortality accompanies lovers
Immortal are lovers
Immortals are their tunes
And eternity embraces them! ! ! !