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Riyas Qurana Poem
The drop that was sucked this afternoon
was the last one. The sea went dry.
From the moment the hungry cat in the painting
transferred the sea into its stomach
the black and white picture turned blue.
The sea jumps from one branch to the other.
In the gentle warmth of the kitchen
sleeps the sea with soft undulating waves.
A boy relentlessly chases away the sea.
The sea with its tail bouncing,
rushes into the street only to be hit by a bus
and lies injured on the street.
The sea wobbles on the street
with waves murmuring softly, softly.
I redraw the cat in the painting.
The strokes turn into waves
Gushing all over the walls.
Copyright © Riyas Qurana | Year Posted 2016
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Riyas Qurana Poem
The fog delays alighting;
Suddenly I appear in that street.
the moon tries to peep out of the well
The wind chases a song all over the street.
As if some stranger I am watched uneasily.
A bunch of dogs come swimming
and get buried in the gaps of fence.
Losing consciousness
chaos escape the memory.
Rain that went past me
reaching the street-corner where I stood
was returning.
Despite closing skilfully
dog’s tail wags outside imagination.
The eyes of some passing across
hang me, who they had carried away,
upon a tree.
Slipping off the hands of those dragging me
Night has fallen down.
Better to lose even those things carefully guarded
and go searching for them in his company.
With many a moment of imagination turning blurred
I am left in a dense jungle directionless.
Behind the staircase, cowardly feet were stealthily
Climbing.
I am forcibly evicted from
the Night of few minutes.
These do not take place in just one night.
Copyright © Riyas Qurana | Year Posted 2023
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