Poems

Hope

Give me love.
Give me hate.
Never give me hope.
For hope kills.
It does not help;
only do or die.
Not in vain to cry.
Life is a quicksand.
In the end
we drown however hard we try.
Who will not desire to drown with milestones
than hopes?

____Muhammad Shahab.

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The Sphinx

The lovely Sphinx
Asks for your name.
I refuse.
Enraged
It advances I withdraw.
Asks again,
I refuse.
But there’s a gift it says for you.
Still I wonder what it might have been
If I told your name.

____Muhammad Shahab.

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Free

Smoky shadows behind me halt,
I’m a climber
The mountain is my friend, the shadows,
I leave.

Clouds leagues after leagues,
Gather round me
When I summit a godly mountain.
I’m close to the sky.
Heaven and earth unite here.
They are with me,
The wind as old as the mountain
The cloud, a blanket of the sky.
It is their home.
All in communion embrace me;
The mountains,
The wind,
The clouds.

Free from the clutches
Of civilisation, the laws, the bounding laws—-
The enemy of man.
Wander
Wander
To see, to find;
To forget the miseries.

What miseries are to mountains?
The wind and the fairies?
Though I often behold them—
But frightened as they are of me, of us.
Will not come here, whence I go.
With them I see in nature,
My nature, mine own.

_____Muhammad Shahab.

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The Mirror

It is
A mirror.
The second self appears
On the other side.
Hopes and fears
Over head and ears.
I wonder–

Who’s real?
The one that sees
Or the one that is seen.
You tell me when you look
In the mirror
That sticks to that wall
As still as death;
Quiet as a lamb;
Who was there?
Though it has a truthful eye,
But the eyes that see and;
The eyes that are seen–

_____Muhammad Shahab.

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A Harrowing Tragedy

What I don’t say
Is what you see in my eyes–
They are clear.
My strange silence is known to you.
You’re the exuberant joy,
Living inspiration;
I see in you an effectual remedy
Of my heart.

Though piercing eyes
Seldom see
What is clear.
Lost in a pardonable pride;
Your apathetic smile, beguiling–
Is a harrowing tragedy
For the heart you animated–
Now extinguishing
In delicate tact.

____Muhammad Shahab.

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A Pang of Painful Joy

I’m petrified in my room
The light is off,
Tenebrous as the inside of a coffin.
I see darkness stretched a million miles;
Beyond and beneath,
No horizon.

A grave so wide, each horizon dark,
Wide as a black sky–
Starless.

There is a rabbit,
A lizard,
A moth,
The fly, the fly.
I cry a pang of painful joy–

I’m alone.
Yet a world
In a shambles;
A creation of my own being,
A revelation of my own desire.
A crocodile in the labyrinth.
A spark of light I see in a crack in the door.

I crawl heavily,
At a snail’s pace;
Ohh!…how I long for it.

____Muhammad Shahab.

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