Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Nothing Is Mine


Was I anywhere?
I was nowhere,
Yet existed somewhere,
Existence: Beginning to the End.

Initially, a hope with dope,
Then a drop,
Further a clot,
Then clothed: bones and flesh
Shaped a proper shape
In the darkness,
Under the guidance.
Bright heaven: attached.
Life: An attachment: Body and the soul.

Curiosity of love and lust
Waited for grand jashn,
The occasion of arrival,
Ritual, Pray: for survival.

Darkness to glorify world
With a cry I hurled.
Clenched fist with nudity
Without shy: A deity!
A pure innocent, an angel

Wrapped in a towel,
Bathed and clothed.
‘An earthly great creature’
All came to see ‘the marvel’

Desire born within me
After my birth.
“Laugh, cry and the breast”
Permanent persistence within me,

Imitated, with belief
With joy and grief
Unknowingly I knew,
The art of imitation.

Intelligence grasped and clothed;
Intuition, reason, vision, thought….
More I learnt more I sought,
Till I clothed white.
A journey womb to tomb!

Opened palms
Enchanting psalms
Leaving the body calm
Without bread and jam

No one can find
I will be nowhere
I will be somewhere
Nothing was mine, nothing is mine
Ah! Love and pine, an angel or a supine
Nothing will be mine

My poems are for you
My deeds, Self, Characters, all for you to keep
I will be remembered once hid in dark deep.
Mixed with mud turned into dusk
Body in terms of fragrance, the musk
Only for you

I survive and the body dies
Seen by me and by all eyes
(Glory of the Lord,)

I was in the bright world of darkness
I will be again into the bright world
Through the darkness
Death: A detachment: Body and the soul

On thy sweet memory I will reside
In your thought horse, I will ride
Wings of thought flies high
In thy breath; shall I ever die? //....


(Jashn Urdu in English a joyful moment, a party)

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014

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  • Unwritten Soul (4/23/2013 6:37:00 AM)

    After all i think there is something in you, you aint nothing because you are something, i found a clue by reading this...and i know i am right_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Alexander Coppedge (4/22/2013 8:47:00 PM)

    Great rage in verse a true talented artist with thoughts I suggest a little more work with the piece to make it glisten To make it GREAT (Report) Reply

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