Zubair Ali Poems

You are a poppy flower.
In that red-wine attire,
You fan the flames of my desire.
When you unlash your hair,
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We lay in the field of sorrows.
Our faces scrabbed with blades of grief.
On the brink of desires
The hot steam of memories rip off our flesh
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With drugs I kill my heart
For a few drops of delight.
To quench my crimson thirst,
I prick my veins
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I stumble over my tears,
I am unconscious,
Helpless like my hallucinations
Banged by bombs,
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I will be with you
When you die.
I will spark in your grave
Like a longing of life
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Shallows of sadness and pied pain
Have numbed the skin of my soul.
I collect the broken pieces of my heart
In the crucible of my dreams,
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Beauty is the dome of happiness.
A truth, forever, in the fist of youth.
When dark despair
in moonless night screams,
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Suddenly leaves fall in autumnal tune
And spring of love burns with zest.
Paleness wanders in my veins,
And I collide with grief.
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My soul scatters
Into the colors of sunset,
Leaving a pigment
Of desires at the horizon.
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