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Salman Iqbal Poem
Hey TIME!! What art thou?
You insisible creature,
Are you transparent in nature?
Tick, tick, tick.........
This sound always I hear,
Is this you that is in my ear?
Every one say passenger
Me seem you still
But it is we that is in thrill
Are you friend or foe?
All my beauty and innocence you doth grab
It creates between both of a us a great gap
O Mystery!!
You are nothing but illusion of my mind
Or you are relative of those moving stars together bind
Have you got eternity???
No, never, think not, no prophet was given
It is a privilge that I'll get in heaven.
O spinning wheel!!
Why cunningly thou movest very fast?
Ever reverse thy motion and let me see my faded past.
An unfathomable sea!
Where all my peers and kins sink
What remains is love and memories I think
O poor snatcher!
Thou mayst snatch all my friends from me
But not their love, you are fibble before it, I remind thee
What makest thou unconquerable?
You keep the horses of your cart on spur
Is this thing that makest thou lead the other?
One of little gods!
You make of me a Hamlet, such a fate thou weavest
Sometimes I cry, sometimes with sighs of relief I heavest
O minister of metamorphosis,
As you walked past the green turned yellow
I wish a realm where you would not be my fellow
O phantom of enigma,
Fie oN thee..... away, away - when ideas pelteth
Thou art the riddle that maketh my mind start melteth
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Salman Iqbal Poem
What eyes see is not true, for
Spotlight of time flashed me as meteor's shimmering
But my false machines made it aeons vibrating
\What eyes see is not true for
The life that wore cloth that bore charm so benumbing
But peep inside – death, decay, destruction prevailing
\What eyes see is not true, for
I saw a mountain that was as high as breath taking
But the like things dissolved in moment's eye blinking
\What eyes see is not true, for
I took things as it is and shall have been remaining
But found sun's westward moment to me beguiling
\What eyes see is not true, for
The people who in vainglory stand on the road when leading
But its flowage is snowball that pass them by mincing
\What eyes see is not true, for
I saw deep inside her spark germinating, thought so lasting
Ah! It was but passion's heat that's evanescent and so fleeting
\What eyes see is not true, for
I wear smiles on my face, you always see me rejoicing
But a hole in me is widening like a wood's secretly been nibbling
\What eyes see is not true, for
The love and devotion that I took as a citadel for sorrows and suffering
Was serpent's domain or a spot in abysmal darkness lightening
\What eyes see is not true, for
Like that moon my destination appears to me come so nearing
But why I don't get there despite days and nights travelling?
\What eyes see is not true, for
My art is a light to produce it a candle is needing for melting
But flood of rewards to me came and it started extinguishing
\What eyes see is not true for
I plunged into pleasure's stream but found it so shallow for floating
A voice echoed, "It's nature's law that ease underneath trouble is hiding."
\What eyes see is not true for
When I was moaning, my Lord bestowed me something for sharpening
Though it was so dull and piercing yet I found it immensely illuminating
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Salman Iqbal Poem
When Shall I Be the World's
Star........
Thousand eyes would behold me,
I shall shine to lead and guide
the flowage.........When?....Each
moment is ages to me......
Is my incandescence not full
yet? Or I'm so tiny among the
others?
But where my comrades
vanished in this dark sea?
Dreads me this harbinger of
vane......
I may cease to be before my
luminosity illumine this dark wide
world.....
No, no, no, I'd make heavens
blaze with radiance like a
meteor that to give light melts
even,
Discerning child star thoughts
deing star bequeathed, "The
best fire never flares up the
soonest, It would take you
aeons to born out of black
nebula but thou would survive
till the end of time, thine
orientation is of mortals who
are made of haste, behold that
tiny leaf sized abode there they
isolate with conquered feelings
and boast of the potency
gained through book & pen and
over things ice like durable huh!"
Now I've known what for this
wait to me I'll quench this urge
to overlap the ray of time to
eternity.....
Copyright © Salman Iqbal | Year Posted 2012
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