Tonight It Drowns Poem by feroz rather

30/07/07
Tonight,
It drowns into the cups of wine
This cup is always mine,
These lonely cups of wine

The longing to returen home,
Kasheer,
Oh! The abode of Arwah,
The eternal longing,
The arch-enemy of desire,
The longing, the fire

Sandwithched heart,
Sinks deep into the mire.

I have nurtured a secret there,
The depth, the secret, the scare,
The ghost of Freedom;
An exquisite gash,
An artistic briuse
And the creative pain,
Ah my heart
And the abysmal disdain………


Remember! !
A melancholy
Evening in the heart of Srinagar,
Heart-shaped rain drops;
A music of salvation,
Touch upon sad faces,
Smiling faces,
Sad smiling faces,
Brave faces,
Corrupt faces,
Brave corrupt faces,
Disfigured faces,
Beautiful faces,
Disfigured beautiful faces,
Receptive faces,
Deceptive faces,
Receptive deceptive faces,
Expectant faces,
Hopless faces,
Expectant hopless faces, …….

But where is the ghost?

The melancholy rain,
The heart is homeland,
The homeland;
A burdensome lover
Of poet's heart
The heart is disdain……….
Is it all in vain? ? ? ?

The rain drops in the goblet,
The murky wine,
And the memory of blood,
The drowsy solace,
The ghost,
Still haunts,
Alas! Still the missing face?