Sadiqullah Khan Poems

I had been living in the nights on the rusty edge
I saw the black linen of the dark slip by my hands
I was feeling the tenderness like wings of butterflies
I did not look to the stars and the static moon
...

The inspirations turned human
The frailty of the fate in favor
Hidden hand is withdrawn
For let the course of history
...

For whom love doth shine
Are the lesser beings to judge
Is it that the creation of the master
No one knoweth but qualifieth to discard
...

The curve of boteh on the table cloth
In beige color that day
On the mist of the cold water
In crystal glass
...

Sculpted in metal
With tongues frozen
A white tiger
With plaited hairs
...

Like the flexible branch of sandalwood
Like pomegranate flowers your eyes
Like opium in spring bled for the drop
The pout on your lip like a flower
...

What I see
I shall not see
Again
...

On the waters of the seas and oceans
In rivers and streams flowing down
When the lightness of the feet curved
On toes shortened like the Ming’s long
...

Ye die before death
Or from death ye are born
Is any one has the memory
Before birth
...

Greek the lover speaks when unaware
The language of love is not like the one
You read and you write goes to the worms
What you see and feel is the soul of being
...