Now that the facts are plain, the placid surface cracked,
The protocols of friendship broken?
I cannot walk by day as now I walk at dawn
Past the still house where you lie sleeping.
May the sun burn these footprints on the lawn
And hold you in its warmth and keeping.
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Somewhere within your loving look I sense,
Without suspicion, without evidence,Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave.
I heard your name the other day
She said she thought that you were looking great.A waiter passed by with a plate.She reached out for a sandwich, and your nameWent back from where it came.But like a serious owlet I stood there,Staring in mid-air.I frowned, then followed her aroundTo hear, just once more, that sirenic sound –Those consonants, those vowels – what…
Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me
It was untenable delight; we are free–Separate, equal–and if loverless,Love consumes time which is more dear than love,More unreplicable. With everythingThus posited, the choice was clear enoughAnd daylight ratified our reckoning.Now only movement marks the birds from the pines;Now it’s dark; the blinded stars appear;I am alone, you cannot read these linesWho are with me…
How rarely all these few years, as work keeps us aloof,
Have we had days to spend under our parents’ roof:Myself my sister, and my brother.All five of us will die; to reckon from the pastThis flesh and blood is unforgiving.What’s hard is that just one of us will be the lastTo bear it all and go on living.
Last night your faded memory came to me
As, slowly, in the desert moves thew breeze,As to a sick man, without cause, comes peace[Original: Urdu, Translated by: Faiz Ahmed Faiz]
Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I’llReciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.This twenty minutes’ rendezvous will make my day:To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.