The Golden Cup Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Waste was it in time and space
The neglected love in search of recognition
Hailstorms with broken windows
A desire to explain what happened inside
No meaning it carried the soft spoken words
In love and the kisses on the neck
With a hug on the curves and the beauty of thick hairs
Break the spell beyond the membranes
With enhanced evolution of the brain
A scientist’s ordinary theory of the existence
Intuition desirous of holding on to moon
With a single jump to the highest of firmaments
The unseen is my desire and leave the moon
Sun and earth and stars
Behold I have reached thee
In separation a membrane like the outer cast of the onion
Nay the embrace
To fizzle out in ethereal delirium of the elements
Touch the ground or your feet be
The least on the plate unless shaken by the tectonic impulse
Bring down the expression as my words now perish
Reason faltering and my leg it holds
In fancy of imagination into the skies left and right
Angels I discovered but now off my way
Glory be to thee
O vastness of the skies
Like my tavern vast and the cup I hold
Behold my elements now like particles of dust
From continent to continent and the oceans
Earth and heaven thou art too small
As I hold the golden cup
Drunk with divine and drunk in oblivion
Here in my tavern I found today
The cup and the wine
Wine and wine
Bury me today
As drunk I am dead
O beloved hold on to my legacy
Glory be to thee
O golden cup divine