Unification of two lovers, if,
Kills the existing love
Let me shut the door of
Your abode in my perpetual heart
...
A virtual reality runs slowly
In my over-trodden heart
No more agonies make me happy now
That I enjoyed in the past.
...
I am not a Prince Hamlet
And you must not leave me
Like an Ophelia.
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Twisted in a Mammonic dash
Much have I run
And pursued the warmth of plastic gods
That’s because or may be
...
For a long three month
There was preparation
And I knew
The day would never come.
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Passing the ‘Anwara Noor’
I promised to forget
What I have kept with thee
Or what madness obsessed you
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I may die tonight
or may not breathe
‘the bloody oxygen’
anymore.
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That night I felt
a subliminal pain
in my brain
caused by brilliant dark
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If beauty, waves of your reclusive course,
In you, in boisterous solitude, groans
Let me hover, in no erectile hours,
There, for I have promises to own.
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Time flies like a falcon, though,
My soul aspires more
Some sick roses and a damp heart,
Yet unbarrelled, to explore.
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