Sayeed, your two eyes seem to be
two dead rivers, for the eyes aren’t
deluded with the pain of love.
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Let others say whatever they wish;
Why didn’t you say standing for a while in the court of love:‘He who loves becomes a killer, a fire, a storm, a tidal surge;If you afford the power, either kill him or exileBut never call him a sinner’?Could Abel love you more than I do, Aclima?Was Abel more manly, more war-loving,More love-mongering?Was Abel more…
It’s such a night that never wants to be dawn.
It’s such a pain that has no remedy;only it turns the body and the soul into ashesburning them cruelly.
Darkness devours here catching lights,
catching one after one with its tongue.Here terrorism swallows captured lives,the way demons in folk-talescrunch a man’s bones.Here distrust eats up catching hearts,like a jackal eats up every bitof an ill-burnt corpse on a pyre.By tearing all the graves of Mohenjo-daroand Mesopotamia,by kindling lamps of atomic bombs,here, the herds of wolves start dancingat the pompous…
I cultivated roses in my garden;
But when the flowers heard your name,they all fell off in shame like dead leaves.Now there are only thorns for you.I cultivated birds in my forest;I thought I would make you hear their songs.But when they heard your name,they all fell down dead in sorrow.Now there is only hatred for you.
Break down all the walls,
The whole earth is a countryWhere we live.We are the citizensOf one country, one planet.God is our king.Break down all the walls,All the boundaries man-made.Let us live in a border-less human-country.
In the forests where there are
In the fields where there areonly the fairs of crops;In the sky where there areonly the full grown moonand the luster of its silent beauty;In the water where there swimonly the chital fishes-My heart plays there the gameof Spring festival.My heart, like moonlight,plays the game of pleasuremoving around all the beautiesof the universe.