Neha ke liye khat
I have never met you
Yet I stare at empty windows
And my heart tumbles at its empty staircase
I never thought I could ever see some reflection of myself
Except in this broken mirror
In this endless process
In some indecent alley
I came here because you called me
From some unspoken whisper
I came here because I found a reflection
In your duality
I have no sentences to fill in these blanks
My muse
Pass through me
My
Burned skin
My crooked hands
There was ever no indication of forgiveness
But he forgiveth
He passes through me
Through your eye spindles
And you burn in this rusted cage
Of vessels and pumping blood levels
Mir neh tumhe bohat pehle torh dala tha
Mein sirf tumhari bache kuche hise sameth
sakta hon
-Ali Sultan
Avikthegreat says:
He **Forgiveth** correction!
June 22nd, 2006 at 09:53 pm
Isaiah says:
No!
June 26th, 2006 at 12:42 pm
Neha says:
Im of those who believe that love is a farce. you fall all over yourself ali…
Thanks though… Only advice I can give is… Move on.
June 26th, 2006 at 06:41 pm
baba says:
stay foolish stay hungry.
i will always fall…
June 26th, 2006 at 08:05 pm
Sheikha says:
I liked the presentation, and, ofcourse, the poem too.
November 7th, 2006 at 05:12 pm