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Shameen Imran Poem
Her heart swells with ecstacy
When he plays basketball in scorching heat
Dodges the ball here and there
With a sly smile dwelling everywhere
Before scoring the goal, he lifts his head
Throws a glance where she with everyone, treads
Drunk, deep blue but cosmic cross eyes
And she colours love in them
Her heart pounds with misdirected love
He jumps and goals and her heart go wild
For he: a stretched Straw lands back on the court....
Like a ball rolling far and wide
Game resumes and to shed his sweat..
He flips his shirt up and low
A scare-crow figure peeps through belly
Then a daring crow comes, sit and poops on his head
He is all bones and; flesh of a pound or two
But she sees six packs flashing her eyes
And her heart swells with ecstasy
Near the end he pours water on his face
With his head high and his eyes closed
The grey shirt turns black with water and sweat
And her heart gets high with adrenaline fret
The water drops find their way out of the black silk tides;
With black lice as passesngers on-board
One nook of supposedly voluptuous lips
Hangs upward, baring sidelines of his dental scheme
A days old seed there; stuck in-between
Sows directly in the soft soil of her heart
And she can't see seed's surrounding black sea,
As her heart swells with blind love and ecstasy
Copyright © Shameen Imran | Year Posted 2016
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All medicines of survival have been exhausted
The last pill has been consumed just now
So don't cut open my wound so wide,
That I would die from loss of blood....
Before I'd be able to find a person;
Who could sew it up,
Who could help me linger on the straws of facade....
Copyright © Shameen Imran | Year Posted 2016
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There was a time when I was you
In every fold of delusion and disparity
In every expedition of fancy and folly
In every shred and thread of ecstasy
On the stand of living a liberal, regret-free life
Now, there is this time when I'm still you
But with a growing curiosity to know how I was
By re-visiting the mirror of past in you
Through the corridors of intimacy in the maze of time
As the colors didn't disappear in air
But were adopted, then owned by you
As if two chameleons did a permanent swap
When reflection of forgotten days finally got fully retrieve,
Depicted a queer, sacrificial way of love:
In the pursuit of passion and empathy
While I was filled with fragrances and flowers,
Someone was simply left with several lots of pricking thorns
Copyright © Shameen Imran | Year Posted 2016
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Slight ajar, hand on the knob,
I stand from you,
Just a door away
Fighting back tears, bitterly sobbing,
Scarlett eyes;
With veins and everything ready to burst
I endeavour to dismount the beast of propriety and world,
Just to open the door,
And enter your world;
To touch you, to embrace you,
To live you, to love you,
Like habit, like madness,
Breaking all barriers, shattering all shackles
With unbriddled passion, oblivious of all maps of life
I'm just a door away,
Aware; you are waiting on the other side
I'm just a door away,
To commit an ennobled arson and suicide,
Gathering the courage,
I'm just a door away,
I might come in, I may not come in
The world stands between us,
The door stands between us
Don't look out of the window just yet!
The ground is gripping on my feet,
I'm just a door away!
Longing for you, yearning for you,
In pain, going insane,
I'm just a door away!
I'm just a door away,
One single heart against a universe of brains,
I'm just a door away!!!!!
Copyright © Shameen Imran | Year Posted 2017
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Your hand in mine;
Softness met hard times.
Copyright © Shameen Imran | Year Posted 2017
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Let's write a promissory note
Let's have a tryst once before death
We might not end up in same space
I might end up at separate place
For, stars are alike in all universe.
Copyright © Shameen Imran | Year Posted 2017
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