The mind shudders to greet a possibility,
where this green spread of shame divides
a mere chance, of silence from light
dissolving into a realm of refined sterility

the mouth still lusts to feed on the cold
of the wind stripped, by your glance
the atonement I be worthy of,
still lies, in the illustrious profile of your hand

to the legacy of the peculiar cadaverous shapes
I’m the legless infant.. crafted out of your will
fawned with daylight excuses, summoned by you
out of someplace greener, than the last act of each play

with the liquid masks of dexterity…
famished in some wilderness,
you rob me of my senses…my creed, but my pledge is due
since I am the deaf virgin,
frequently raped in vain,
with the clanging of cadenced pounds
of an uproar raised..
by a society conned through me,
Do inject their remains with insanity skillfully
as, they must perceive
that
I am the sole victim
of this paralyzing disease

(sardonically yours)
Random Thoughts: meray sabr pay koi ajr kyon,meri doupehar pay koi abr kyon
mujay orhnay day aziatein, meri adtein na kharab kar...








Favorite Reading: I fear this circle – beauty, warmth, comfort – that it will end before I`ve filled myself.
Favorite Writers: Wasi Shah, Ibn-e-Insha, Manto, Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi bla bla

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