Jul 27, 2015

Hon gay kuch aur bhi Asbaab tabahi kay magar


Hon gay kuch aur bhi Asbaab tabahi kay magar 

Khush gumaani bhi kahin ka nahin rehnay deti

Main sach kehnay se ghabra'nay laga hoon


Main sach kehnay se ghabra'nay laga hoon 

Main itni baar jhutlaya gaya hoon 

Goonjtay rehtay hain alfaaz meray kaano main


Goonjtay rehtay hain alfaaz meray kaano main 

Tu, to Aaraam se keh deta hai Khuda Hafiz

Tumhari zaat se aagay to raasta hi nahin


Tumhari zaat se aagay to raasta hi nahin 

Mera safar to yahein par tamaam hota hai

Kitni nadeeda tamana'on ki hasrat le kar


Kitni nadeeda tamana'on ki hasrat le kar 

Chaand her roz Andheron se guzar jaata hai

Remembrance




Remembrance

Your hands easy
Weight, teasing the bees
Hived in my hair, your smile at the
Slope of my cheek. On the
Occasion, you press
Above me, glowing, spouting
Readiness, mystery rapes
My reason

When you have withdrawn
Your self and the magic, when
Only the smell of your
Love lingers between
My breasts, then, only
Then, can i greedily consume
Your presence.

Momma welfare roll





Momma welfare roll

Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation
Of crimes clichéd by
Repetition. Her children, strangers
To childhood's toys, play
Best the games of darkened doorways,
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of
Other people's property.

Too fat to whore,
Too mad to work,
Searches her dreams for the
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed
Into a den of bureaucrats for
Her portion.
'They don't give me welfare.
I take it.'

When you come




When you come
when you come to me, unbidden,
beckoning me
to long-ago rooms,
where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I cry.

Passing time



Passing time

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
Of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
Sure beginning.

Insomniac


Insomniac

There are some nights when
Sleep plays coy,
Aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
That i employ to win
Its service to my side
Are useless as wounded pride,
And much more painful.

Touched by an angel


Touched by an angel
We, unaccustomed to courage
Exiles from delight
Live coiled in shells of loneliness
Until love leaves its high holy temple
And comes into our sight
To liberate us into life.

Love arrives
And in its train come ecstasies
Old memories of pleasure
Ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
Love strikes away the chains of fear
From our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
We dare be brave
And suddenly we see
That love costs all we are
And will ever be.
Yet it is only love
Which sets us free.

6

Weekend glory
Some clichty folks
Don't know the facts,
Po-sin' and preen in'
And put-tin' on acts,
Stretch-in' their backs.

They move into condos
Up over the ranks,
Pawn their souls
To the local banks.
Buying big cars
They can't afford,
Ridin' around town
Actin' bored.

If they want to learn how to live life right
They ought to study me on saturday night.

My job at the plant
Ain't the biggest bet,
But i pay my bills
And stay out of debt.
I get my hair done
For my own self's sake,
So i don't have to pick
And i don't have to rake.

Take the church money out
And head cross town
To my friend girl's house
Where we plan our round.
We meet our men and go to a joint
Where the music is blue
And to the point.

Folks write about me.
They just can't see
How i work all week
At the factory.
Then get spruced up
And laugh and dance
And turn away from worry
With sassy glance.

They accuse me of livin'
From day to day,
But who are they kiddin'?
So are they.

My life ain't heaven
But it sure ain't hell.
I'm not on top
But i call it swell
If i'm able to work
And get paid right
And have the luck to be black
On a saturday night.

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