Sadiqullah Khan Poems

What you want
Me to talk
Talk of your beauty
The gorgeousness of your body
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The bronze of the ages among the first
Love of the humans from the ancient
I take the thread in awakened memory
Of the conscious
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These days
Dreams make colors
As if some saint
Told me of memories
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The Buddha
Illuminated
Or she has the illuminations
Of Buddha starving
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I counted from my thousand days
What is spent how as the present
Of the past nothing uncertain future
We did not stop the days hence
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Sorry
I did not mean it that way
Just by impulse
Things were damn hot
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I swam across the beach through the lashes
To the ocean of your tears to kiss the sadness
The sands of the dunes in the green of your eyes
Like the dropp of water I rolled down the surface
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So with destiny's turmoil coming to end,
So life has the grip of reality, so it loses.
We form things, things of our doing
The shape has no soul, it's we, neither.
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The voices were made in blackbird's tune
Vision as if on the skin's satiny sheen
As if hair were slipping down the cheek in crescent
As if love has won the last battle fought with fervor
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The broken man was telling
of the death of his friend.
And that he had been crying
to mourn, As mouthfuls of blood
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