Phantasmagoria Poem by Usman Hanif

Upon the aurora, a stream of morbid depth;
the abducted glimpses of shimmering beauty,
the scarlet silhouttes of the white falcons,
the trees, bearing seeds in roots so deep,
the unsheathed sky hiding under the sun,
at last, my mangrove home is bearing a seed

The concealed existance nourishes and breathes;
the breaths of flesh devouring soft bones;
the bones bear the speck of life, yet still inert
still lifeless and unfamiliar to the realms ahead
In the murks of consciousness, the sessile life
witnesses the orgy of nature with eyes closed...

Abruptly everything visible cambers narrow
the spires stop chasing the skies
the felicity of dying;
hushes away non-believers
for a moment, pandemonium seems to prevail
the stream erupts, a geyser gushes out
The morbid Tiamat puked the life out
like blossoming and sprouting in a hurry...

the prophecy came out to be blunt
kaleidoscopic birth is just in heavens
the anectdote of resurrection is complete
my amaranth is blossoming no-more...