Poems

Going Homewards

Remember the stars
we counted for us;
one by one.
You wanted to have them—
desperate we were.
The tumbler you broke,
I mended it.
You ran after it
the bus you caught
riding homewards.
Stretched on a berth,
looking at each other in love,
lost between our gaze.
The world blurred around us
only me and you
going homewards. _____Muhammad Shahab.

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Poems

A Cosmic Dragoman

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Your letters I keep
In a closet made of dreams.
Eyes cannot hold
Your unfathomable ink.

You have written them
With your winey blood
Upon the invisible pages
Made of dreamy champagne.
   God…!
I need a cosmic dragoman.

                 _____Muhammad Shahab.

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Poems

The Remaining Blood

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My naked bones shiver
Winter evening beckons fiercely.
I hope in vain you’ll cover them
With your warm flesh– flesh
Reason wanes and emotion sways

Volcanoes gutting deeply
Out of nowhere
Flood the remaining blood

I cry fiercely–a storm
Longing my senses to recuperate–
Reminiscences haunt

You appear
Like a ghost from a dark cave
Whispering–

A shaman bringing hope, flesh
The senses.
What a pain without you
Have I known.

                 _____Muhammad Shahab.

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An Echo

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I have wandered in gloomy forests;
Upon the shadowy clouds;
And unguarded mountains.

I have wandered in darkness and light;
In worlds known and unknown;
From yonder stars to lonely planets.

Your echo I hear,
Everywhere.

My eyes scour every inch
To find, to see, and to cherish you;
It is here when they close
And find you as still as a statue.

            _____Muhammad Shahab.

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A Sparrow; Happy and Lonely

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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,
Abandonment.

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,
Alone,
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.

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