Shall I not sacrifice?
My beloved tonight
Let me sacrifice “Me”
The beloved of beloved
To resuscitate “Zibh-I-Azeem”
Will you
Lend me your silence
So that
I can imbue my words with meaning
And dye them with your silence
In madness
I came so far
That I discovered
My head
And your feet
Moving together
Everything bloomed
But this heart
Immortalized
Art of withering
Thence destiny carved
On my forehead
Anthem of eternal separation
And placed of time
The grains of time
Dilated in your absence
Life, thus became
My own slaughterhouse
And the blade of time
Whetted on your absence
Chopped me fine, then superfine
Like grains themselves
O you
Beat of heart
My eyes
Crave your face
That face is
Sun to my heart’s earth
I celebrated
Your absence,
By lightning
Candles of memories
And incenses of togetherness
In the temple of my heart
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.
