Sadiqullah Khan Poems

With my images
Sketches on my body
I mix my tomorrow
With my today
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Comb of
My finger
In your hair
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For the wisdom to see inside
The intellect in its strides hard
Soul turned away from the worldly
Eye of aesthetics was turning blind
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The woven fabric in rectangular counts
The tip of needle the tapestry in calligraphy
To write the way as sung by maestros
Written in gold stitched in silk
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She was like a plant grown on her own,
Those white legs were tenderer than flowers,
The green eyes had been displaying,
Nothing ferocious or mysterious
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I lost the big game
I am counting lesser losses

15/1/2010
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To the creator when slipped
The cover of satin and silk
Imitation the wise Plato
Is art of the mind
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The symbols that I gathered
From the books of ancient
In narration the stories of love
The seven thousand hues
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She says modernity goes
Literature is a collage earthen
New names brought to the village
Hundred years in amnesia
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Silence and truth
Or
Truth and silence
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