Ten poems by Taimur Khan
THE GOAL , DIFFERENT
MEANS TO GET AT
The road,
Spiralling towards ,
The destination !
The weariness,
Mitigated by,
The soothing moonlight
In the forest !
Still ,
As we're ill advised
Not quietly refreshed !
Quo vadis ?
The heritage shops
Busy till then,
Selling their wares !
The promotion,
They do not require ,
Any,
For the merchandise !
Human's conscience
Either, it's
Or, apprehension ,
That made them
Shaking terribly !
The old customs
Beckon us
To retrospect !
While someone ,
Busy,
Making provisions
For the ensuing winter ,
And someone quenching
His thirst
While others
Lost their vitality
And looks worn out
Completaly !
Turning around...
We get to know,
How far the distance
Still remained ?
Goal is the same,
Means vary
Self pride prefers
To remain reticent !
The night appears,
Long,
And dreary !
Though the dawn is
Only few moments
Ahead,
Just crossing
The orange grove ,
Beside the youthful spring !
And there's apple garden
That looks magnificent
At day break !
Confused,
We all are,
Little bit,
Imperious too !
Interdicted song,
We all,
Are singing
But, inaudibly !
THE VERACITY
Whether perceive or not
Or,
Whether spoken
Or unspoken
Cloudy, it's ,
It's about to rain
Any moment !
The euphoria is rising
At the fields ..
By the way,
Euphoria, what it's ?
It's nothing ,
But a mystic bird
That eggs on it
To bubble up !
Truth is infact,
TRUTH !
That's
Perception, a bit ,
And
A bit , conception !
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THE ALM SEEKER
Stream, we cross over,
And traverse the channel .
Let's find out,
Acting, who's surreptitiously ?
The road is way far
Stop by, so we.
Comma, as if ,
Before the full stop !
Gates are random,
Here and there.
As if a hillock ,
Pushes before semicolon .
Commotion, Not it's, for
Demon and it's side kick.
Rather its a big bazar
Like an extended dash .
Atleast, therefore , let the Moon
Confesses before the colon ,
Who hath keep their
Fingers together
And extend ,
Who hath theirs ?
STAY FOR NIGHT
Identity, I do conceal ,
But realisation,
Still get into me,
Constitution is conceived,
None other than
The righteous persons !
The righteous people,
Who're they ?
Never, I get to know,
The truth,
But the civilisation ,
Continues to witness
The bloodshed
For reason,
Yet no reason at all !
When the 'night' becomes
Inactive,
The heart is coming out,
In excessive apprehension !
AND, IT'S ME ALL AROUND
Birds, I won't catch again
And the cage, therefore,
I shall stave in !
The reminiscence
That contains
The bird catching moments ,
Drive out I shall,
Unhesitatingly !
And thereafter, announce
'Profession, I've naught,
From this moment onwards,
Gentle breeze, my life
Has now become !
Whosoever, it may be,
Gives a puff of air
I shall blow resonantly,
In tune with him,
The fragrance of flowers
Smears into my physique .
The rustling of leaves
Stir up the passionate Amour,
Or, I would be rolling
Over and over
In the desolate place
All alone ,
With none to give me company !
Vacant space ,
They all would notice,
But I'm still around
Invisible !
'What a biting cold !'
Trembled, they
In the freezing cool !
Still around , I'm
In the space
Apparently looked vacant !
They'd exclaim in joy
At the onset of spring
Despite then,
It's me, again all around.
And, thereafter,
It's only me, me
And me ..only,
The Air -
The omnipresent !
THE TALE OF THE DAY-END
The day-end about to descend !
All the hold -back moments ,
Dissolved into the darkness !
Braving my countenance
I look upon at far
Only for her !
Never did I disclose ,
About my loss,
And about shattering
Of my secret vision !
But, Only the crow caw,
As if in the know,
While flying over my head !
This life of mine
Likely to end up
In dissipation
There're so many flamboyance ladies
Past by
On the road
That's over facing me,
Followed by passerine
Above the sky ,
And roaring muscle men !
Notify, I did
To the ancient cloud messenger
About all such development !
I kept standing
Braving the vagaries
Of weather,
And social disturbance !
Remained unmoved
Even facing enormous grief !
I kept motivating
"While there is life,
There has to be
A silver lining of hope
Any where ahead,
Even if it's hidden
Under darkness !"
SELF-PRIDE SPRINKLED WITH TOUCH OF SADNESS
Sulking ?
Don't you feel like
To go to sleep ?
Hey dear !
How long will you keep awaking ?
Return, you know,
She won't again
Never, I'm afraid,
You may see her anon !
Contact of such distant place
Not available ,
Rather, you see,
It's a far fetched place
To get at !
But still you're sulking
And hoping
Against hope !
THE APOCALYPSE
The deadly weapons
Are now on the offing
With user's manual
To do away with the
Human being
With minimum efforts !
The State, thereby,
Assumed the name
"Catastrophe'
In matching riposte
The ruler becomes
'Disaster' ,
And the police
Prefere to be known,as
'Debacle ' !
Practicing, we're,
Now
To welcome death
And to let out
Shrill cry !
Whether we shall cry
Or, resist ,
Make a loud sound
Or,
Die silently
All these confusions
Added with
Life threats
Tell upon
Our spine
And we become
Cowards
All days
through nights.
As a consequence,
The 'dread'
Gets better
Of us !
THE TRADITION, CONTINUANCE OF
An ashen field,
That covers the bulk extent
Of the jungle,
Frequented by the primordial
Planets and stars,
And
Infested with hazardous
Caves and wilderness,
Around !
The composer of Vedic hymns,
Would come into existence
Here, at this place.
The celestial nymphs need
To make their presence
Felt, too !
A stream facing over the forest
Flowing silently .
Birds would crowded the place
In flocks !
The gentle breeze,
Cheers them up,
With soothing blow !
And,
One day,
A forest belle,
Would come into life,
Through birth
At this very place !
The chariot carrying
The royal King
Stops here!
The beautiful fawns
Caress the girl with their mouths.
The flowers would be
Absorbed with consultation
In whispers.
And the royal King ,
Exchanges his ring
With the damsel,
At this
Open and serine place !
THUNDERCLAP
Thunderclap becomes usual,
Now-a-days !
Return home, though,
I , could still,
That's on,
None other place,
But in this planet
Of ours own, itself !
Luxury, we can do ,
To illuminate our room,
My better half washes her
Work-fatigued physique
And,
Spreads out her sari
On the rope rack,
Outside !
I've one headrest,
Similar to her,
Upon which
I could put my head
But there come
Many furtive looks
Through the worn out widow !
Thunderclap becomes usual,
Now-a-days !
The profligate person
Whispers at desolate,
'Lightening proliferates
From politics !'
No body knows,
When death,
Or its agent would be
At your door step !
The All leveller
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