*slow The Love (In Captivity) Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In captivity the demons of love
The chains thick enough with tongue tied
In the dark of the gallows no day and night
A lioness roars outside but to protect
With secrete eye follow the monsters
My tears my drink and anguish my life
For a dropp of water I pray to dark sky

I have put music to the chains I wear
I fly like soul from the dead to imagine
In heavens I travel with lovers I dine
The beauties I see and with nature divine
Sculptures I carve from my memory rich
I paint the walls like graffiti in subway
My voice a raga my eyes aglow

To me again cast eye of benevolence
The magicians in the court and musicians
Of Khusru’s tunes and Tansen on sitar
From the cold wall of the fort to the soul
In freedom thou cherish in colors of fair
Send thou to me thy courtiers to see
A look on me and the verse I sing

I know in your dreams for the day
When freedom be mine and thine too
Of broken words and pity of the self
From self I derive like child in play
Hold the cup and celebrations on trumpet

Of another life thy promise not mine
But for the heart so wont to deception
Just one more for the life in inception
Nothing is real nothing is false
But the freedom yet another conjuration
24/1/2009