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Shafi Ullah Poem
When death seeks a Valentine;
among Thy Angels, the devils dine,
And silently, the heavens break,
Thy Veil it stays, the liars rhyme;
And then Thy words, they fall apart,
in a suicide of eternal art;
And witness while the Devil speaks,
and steps above Thy highest peaks;
the Lies of order, the twisted truth,
and tears the Veil of Thy lasting youth
but then Thy Angels circle Hell,
in vain pursuit of Thy absent spell;
and one by one their wings are lit,
by the growing flames, Thy hand had knit
do Thou smile as they drown in flares?
in birth as one, in death as pairs;
and then I step on Thy blinding Veil,
to my right is Thee, to my left Thy Jail;
And the Lucifer, right above my head,
all my humans bleed, all Thy Angels dead;
and I wait for Thee to intervene,
as darkness reeks from my fagged spleen;
Copyright © Shafi Ullah | Year Posted 2016
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Shafi Ullah Poem
Rust, in the swinging blades
Singing of your fury, everlasting
Like the stubborn breeze
Piercing through the rocky hills
Whose efforts never cease
To perish in oddly pleasant chills
Remnants of which stay crippled
In the whistling motion of the edges
Sharp, obstinate and not at ease.
I stand steady chained to your scent
Growing heavily on me, like a shadow
Set lose in motion with gruesome intent
And slowly I'm lifted from my self
Soaring high in the mirage of vanity
Vain, is my flight, induced by stained
Feathers of your spell, pain has eluded
My misery, and now I hold on
To the rising fumes of your fragrance sweet,
Where shall you take me now
Witches painted in the light of angels,
Spells rhyming at the corridors
Of my sanity, where voices start
To echo and perish mildly.
Rust, in the swinging blades,
Approaching me with fury,
And I soar in your scent,
High above their reach.
Copyright © Shafi Ullah | Year Posted 2016
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Shafi Ullah Poem
While the sun lent breath to the moon,
Steadily dropping the dusk of its guileless veil
Oh! Such eagerness in demise, I'd never seen
Madness dripping from the darkest skies, and beneath I sit;
Crumbling into my own existence, picking drops off the floor,
Where my weary fingers attempt to stitch madness, to sanity;
But rebel are the trembling hands, like they have been always before!
Nay! Madness shall prevail, sinking into my skin, running rivers through my wrinkles…
And I, I overflow with lunacy in a mask of self-deceit drowned in fury ,
As the battering ocean quickly surrounds the desert of my ill-stitched core;
I scream, I perish; I am consumed by your void, I implore!
Drown me deep, where your depth sees no light and darkness breaks shackles!
Drown me deeper! And there, I shall meet and find my shore;
Nay! Make me linger in your void, that's where I belong,
Oh! Such eagerness, where death trembles with the fear of life…
Where am I? I do not know, I resist knowing, tie me down;
Tie me down to the ignorant shrieks of your baffling lore!
Tie me down to the liberty of being shackled, for liberated is my gaze,
And I'm seeing life, and I'm seeing you, like never before!
Tie me down, till I breathe my last, till the startling end of your illusive haze,
Nay! Nay! Your moon is a lie, a misleading décor,
Oh! Such eagerness, but no truth in its breath…
Copyright © Shafi Ullah | Year Posted 2016
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Shafi Ullah Poem
Put me on your finger, like the faded ring
Eclipsed, amidst the sun, against your skin
Casting dark cages, incarcerating the moonlight
Of your burning desires, and the maddened grin
Of evil, exposing nefarious doubts veiled from sight;
Put me on your finger, for I am; the light
You've always desired, but failed to dance in..
Copyright © Shafi Ullah | Year Posted 2015
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