Will you
Lend me your silence
This mesmerizing silence
So that
I can imbue my words with meaning
And dye them with your silence
**
I blow up my being
Into
Four and a half a line
And call it “My Poetry”
**
Let this night strike
Silence against your hair
And darkness against your lips
To create “Ex Nihilo”
“Songs of Light”
**
My eyes
They aren’t
Wide enough
To hold together
Your image and
My tears
**
I borrow
Coarse wrinkles
Stretched across
Your metaphoric face
Join them on paper
And celebrate
my poetry
**
Thence destiny carved
On my forehead
Anthem of eternal separation
And placed on my palm
Sandbag of time
The grains of time
Dilated in your absence
Life, thus became
My own slaughter house
And the blade of time
Whetted on your absence
Chopped me fine, then superfine
Like grains themselves
Amir Suhail Wani is a freelance columnist with bachelors in Electrical Engineering and a student of comparative studies with special interests in Iqbaliyat & mystic thought.
