Poems

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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Poems

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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The Gaol of Time

The blue ocean beneath,
And above in the air,
The creatures;
The one that walks,
The one that soars,
The one that dives,
All and sundry in a toil
Incessant,
To outlive the other.

Tell me…
Who will remain?
Who will triumph
The battle against time?
Our white hope like daisies
Exudes from a vacant arena
Full of the all-and-sundry.
Only in a gaol
Of time and its tricks.

____Muhammad Shahab.

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