Becoming the Unknown

These rainy days;
the silt beside the beach
left by floods of the endless ocean,
adoring and beseeching.

I mourn the death—
the death of your love
mumbling away in breezes
the lost you—
like me, abandoned in these hours.

Once the beach had a spring—
it too, has become only a sediment;
no more colour and charm,

Those feelings, too, depart—
slowly I’m becoming the one,
unknown and forgotten.

_____Muhammad Shahab.


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.


Jump Little Monster


Jump little monster

The river rushes for you.
How poltroon you are.
Decision once taken
Stand comme il faut.

Stand where you are
Little monster do not fight.
The world is up to slaughter you

Jump Lilliputian monster
You contemplated it
Now prance
For your life
Guzzle up from Lethe
She would not come back.

                 _____Muhammad Shahab.


Standing On A Seashore


I am standing on a seashore
Like a vessel for departure.
The sea calls me in
To explore new places,
To see new faces beyond
The ordinary horizons

But I’m afraid as fear calls me out
To a distant city where we meet people.
The same old faces I see everyday
Where I belong, cannot leave.

The city dwellers, the nightwalkers,
The clerk and the watchman.
Stand and sit for a whole life,
To bread and not to change.

I am the one with an old axe,
Cutting the edges, not of the sea
But myself to sharpen my shape,
Not to be fierce but to be foul;
And I am standing, standing
On a seashore, unprepared.

                 _____Muhammad Shahab.


A Sparrow; Happy and Lonely


I had dreamt–as often
Dreams do come true–
Of falling in love with you,
Of losing my being
To be in union with you

I saw the day the sundry folks
Were in queues,
Waiting upon you, save me
Looking through a glass mirror,
Reflecting the residue.

I was happy for the day.
Now and then I refrained,
But you advanced as I feared,

Yet I was happy,
For you were happy,
That being my world.

Now I am old.
Old as a meek sparrow
As a wave gently passing by.

Yet you left,
Refused to take me.
Not a word of coming back,
What a world have you left to me
For a world so strange and eternal?

                 _____Muhammad Shahab.


Departure into Death Kingdom


I feel your presence
In Mozart’s sonatas.

Hence you left
Only a volume,
And departed into the Death Kingdom

I listen till I bleed,
My love for you
Drips with every note,
And I’m dry.

You hover upon me,
Haunt me amid the tumult
Of an uproar in my head.

I become still,
The music stops,
The world stands stagnant before me.
With every sight you appear,
Every inch of my body you embody,
I imagine I’m adapting you,
In my spirit,
In my soul,
In my mind.

               _____Muhammad Shahab.


To You I’ve Come


When I was there
You knew what to be said
But you reclined
From the place
Leaving me between
Myself and the strangers.

            Here I am
            Don’t know what
            Dazzled me back
            To you I’ve come.

To let you know
That I was hard
Not to admit myself
The love between us.

            You and I
            The loss of us
            To places unknown.

             Let me and you
             Be together again.

              _____Muhammad Shahab.