Poetry
Masroor Ahmad
Under the pallid streetlight,
Looking through a muddled canvas,
Incising the pregnant whiteness with a scalpel,
The wretched colors weep,
Rinsing the purity off,
Trapped in a dream of shadows,
In which dead memories of an unloved artist haunts them;
Losing themselves to a plague of greyness,
As they kiss entwined in a serpentine symphony,
Wavering between identities of the soul,
Between the oscillating boundaries,
Epileptically raving,
Sexless entities confluencing into estuaries of reflections,
Vainly tearing themselves of their flesh,
Only to conjoin, at a moment’s breath,
In praying stroke of a brush;
Alas, piercing through the lucid insanity,
Nameless, attempting to feel the dreary coldness of each other,
Like ashes of burned roses,
Thinking the thoughts of others,
Decaying lips pronouncing prophesies,
Starved gazes beholding the devoured corpses of light;
Nectars of tragedy fall
From dried eyes of God,
Mourning the funeral of loneliness,
Upon the thin lines of frailty on His face,
Harks of sorrow heave,
Under the pallid streetlight.
Author is student of BS English in GCU
