This Night Poem by Rafique Farooqi

dancing and hallucinating,
fireflies,
behind the blinded, thoughts,
lost in gravities of straying ideas
in void spaces of thick blood,
sticking on walls of ages,
nauseous like whirling dervish,
and stupor of metamorphosis,
maggot like larva sticking,
on the tongue of beautiful virgin of time and space.
my loved plenet broken,
into astroids,
and fates and lucks,
smoked to ends,
closing the eyes of sky.
clouds are reluctant to,
exhale their vapours,
on my palms,
green leaves ripening,
beneath my eyebrows,
wet with dew drops