The hope of you calling my name is what keeps my soul alive
Dead I had remained, since you stopped doing so, staying put in your hive
What good is life, if it’s without the vision of seeing you smile
What better way to die, than to look at you glow far from a mile
Surely meaning to things changed, when I first felt your skin
The density of name and fame suddenly lost its touch within my kin
What have me done, that can undo, the misery, I bestowed upon you
My life should go, so shall my flow, if all it takes to finding you
For your image I see in everything that has the world look bright
And I see you smile, moving on, and just wanting me away from your sight
So shall I stay, away from your gaze till eternity I so swear
Nothing but embarrassment and sorrow i shall keep as the only cloth to wear.
In this lonely space I sip the holy water
Listening to the tunes of a familiar piper
Every second that passes reminds me of fears
Of the unwavering and unscratched layers
A blunderous scheme of things that occupied
My mind with no hope have me terrified
A small token of her effect on my life portrays
A lost soul to the charms of whims which betrays
How many a miles one has to move and achieves
A love that sells so cheap yet in which he believes
So yet another gulp yet another dawn of tears
And the mystery of keeping the same from your peers
In all this the comfort that is on him so lost
And yearns to talk he does to put it up the post
Afraid he is of the talks that it so surrounds
The same having him out all in clutches and bounds
For its the beauty of life he so chases down
But what good is life when it so let’s you down
Leaving you with no more than a treasure of sorrows
And having only to wait for another sip in the morrows.
The odor of her body makes
the lust sense gets up and awakes
the eyes meeting eyes sweet
hush they meet just to greet
then the breath catching whisper
the scenic cloud of smoke whisk her
the hands then go in hands
a volcano erupts moving up lands
the lips reaching out
the tongues feeling clout
the world stands so still
i can feel the sea water spill
then she helps let go her shirt
and asks to let go her skirt
the naked humans thus lie
oblivion of god they tie
they ride and they moan
they move and they groan
the play of life thus rise
who cares if one is in despise
its the joyous moments fulfilling
of lust and trust so forgiving
and this fun may go on is my wish
hope it not be a wish just to wish.
Despair makes out its call
the miseries putting you to the wall.
tears stuck in my eyes not to fall
the heart losing up so quick and tall.
the soul departing on leave
what can be worse than this eve?
O lord why have you shunned me?
your wrath has always cornered me.
why can i not make it to you
is the road to mercy closed to you?
if not you that i can ask from
who else then can i seek from?
I may still be up and breathing
my heart may still be beating.
My face may put up a smile
my faith may go the extra mile.
but my body can’t take the blows no more
for you put in your blessings no more.
so please have me get up and rise
for i am left broken in despise.
The silence doth speaks
mother nature smiles in lonely peaks
the journey of life gushes down
nothing i can claim pours down
the lord’s call goes unheard
and shadows dawn on my herd
the drops drip down strong
my sight has me wait for long
the yellow ball has me graze
mercy adieu its all in a maze
my hands go round in the dream
empty returns for nowhere is the cream
shall i not go deep in my flight
my weapon so missing in lust filled fight
for tears i shall not shed
beggar i am not to be shred
so you my lord help me be myself
for i am in dark enclosed in my shelf.
Khan Elie Gohar Durrani.
The Satan open up his gallows
to spill down blood deep down the marrows
the mercy showers went astray
the guns be silenced is the pray
why shall we all be left to cry
is there no one to help us try
to take back what belongs to us
the right of freedom simply lost to us
the horrors sifting child to child
the baby tears can be mild
the orphans shout out for the dead
the widows silenced in the bed
shall we be living on the day
when blessings pour down all the way
when sisi guns be all for sale
the freedom we may win in scale
for you look up at the Saudi king
the devils seem to be his sling.
And only we are left without a friend
no one shall help our country mend.
Khan Elie Gohar Durrani.