The Soul Rides Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The soul rides the body elephant,
In rarity brought is a lean lioness
Collyrium eyes, and red cherried lips
Posing the distant mirror's reflection.
Doll-player, how you hold the strings
To the invisible eyes, there is no desire.
Slowly in the ocean of deep silence,
Awakens a thunder and a storm rise,
In the boundary of skin, contained wholly
In the heart, breathed like fragrance,
Of mint from the mouth, finger-tongues,
Rub the ivory of hand, and hands hold,
Streaked golden and auburn layers
Of hair, flowing down like water-falls.
Peaked snow-tops, might be desert-dunes,
Tightened worn canvas brace the sands
Of downy curves, the legs column marb
Loosening the steps in delightful gait.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
January 21,2015.