Syed Ahmed Shah

If you are the social type
And enjoy meeting people,
Never miss a funeral in the graveyard;
Funerals are great occasions
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When the diseased mind
Talks to the wind
Torn leaves
Turn into swinging shadows.
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Dust on a windy road
Masks on faces
A Child behind the curtain
We try to run away
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Holes are everywhere...

Holes in the heart
Black holes in space
Manholes in sidewalks
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Frozen to my bones
As the mercury dives
But my neurons, born hot,
Never tire of firing
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Why write about something
That exists by default
Absolute Time
Absolute Space
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I aspire to see in a thousand eyes
Raging flames of the blazing sun
To overcome the horrifying ordeal
Waiting at the hazardous crossroads of time
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My Dress Hangs There

My house was by the sea,
I love the sea.
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I have felt the floating aroma of those fragrant eyes
Do not accuse it of a relationship with your touch
It is just an emotion; gauge it with your soul
Let love remain love, spare it the burden of a name…
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Poetry, like love
Comes in volent bursts
It is all about spilling blood
Sometimes hers
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Do not expect of me, my beloved, the same old love
Life once appeared beautiful because, I thought, you were there
The sweet longing for you made me forget other worldly pains
The spring seemed eternal because of your splendid beauty
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You say it was him
He says it was you
If you do not restrain your fingers
There will be no him
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Fireball...

The misplaced metaphor
Streaked passed
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Flesh of the menial hand is up in the market for sale
Streets dyed crimson with blood from the poor veins
The fire hidden so long, bursts aflame with sudden rage
This heart listens no more to the sober call for restraint…
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You broke shop windows with sledgehammers
Your arms could hardly lift; and you thought,
Broken crystals would make large sounds and
A solitary fire would look like a thousand and they
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So, you were in love!
You mean...
Comatose in the ICU?
That blue bubble of nothingness?
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A poem never fails...

There are poems read only by poets
There are poems read only by non poets
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কবিতা কেতিয়াও অসফল নহয়
কিছুমান কবিতা আছে কেৱল কবিয়েহে পঢ়ে
কিছুমান কবিতা আছে কেৱল অকবিয়েহে পঢ়ে
কিছুমান কবিতা আছে সকলোৱে পঢ়ে
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I am only thy humble servant (O Allah) ,
An ordinary being,
(I cannot) comprehend thy mystery,
Thy real scheme of things.
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The Sun goes down, using up Sunshine,
The inevitable sword of the Kalpurush
Glow in the darkness of
The fear stricken night sky...
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