Biography of Zubair Ali
Zubair Ali Poems
You are a poppy flower. In that red-wine attire, You fan the flames of my desire. When you unlash your hair,
We lay in the field of sorrows. Our faces scrabbed with blades of grief. On the brink of desires The hot steam of memories rip off our flesh
Delusions And Illusions
My soul scatters Into the colors of sunset, Leaving a pigment Of desires at the horizon.
Suddenly leaves fall in autumnal tune And spring of love burns with zest. Paleness wanders in my veins, And I collide with grief.
Beauty Is The Dome Of Hapiness
Beauty is the dome of happiness. A truth, forever, in the fist of youth. When dark despair in moonless night screams,
A Lament Of A Depressed Patient
Shallows of sadness and pied pain Have numbed the skin of my soul. I collect the broken pieces of my heart In the crucible of my dreams,
Meditate With My Memories
I will be with you When you die. I will spark in your grave Like a longing of life
I stumble over my tears, I am unconscious, Helpless like my hallucinations Banged by bombs,
Joy Of Addiction
With drugs I kill my heart For a few drops of delight. To quench my crimson thirst, I prick my veins
You are a poppy flower.
In that red-wine attire,
You fan the flames of my desire.
When you unlash your hair,
The opium from your tresses fleets into my heart,
Like gusts of intoxication
And i dance in the addictive ecstasy of your love.