A solivagant person burrying his pain in the coffin of words.
Author of 'Prisoners of Paradise'.
At times, I don’t want toBe a thief,And steal the red carpetFurnished upon your lipsRather, want to get hangedBy your fair arms,Slowly comb your golden tressesWhile your petrol leaking fingersMake their way through the forestOf my chestWetting it, to set it ablazeBy the torch of desiresWant to die a hinduGet burnt upon the pyreOf loveScattered over the bedDigging deep into the well ofYour navelFreeing all the caged butterfliesRumbling inside the stomachLove! Love!Open the taverns of your beautyRather I’ll get quenched by this thirstLove!‘Yousuf’ is knocking at the tavern doorsOpen themI am no prophet,Won’t keep you awaitingWon’t disappoint youI love youBelieve in my sermonAnd in my desires. ©asifkhan
Look! How the buttons ofMy shirt stare youHiding pain,Craving to get freeTo open the gates of heavenPunish you,For keeping the doors lockedSo long Using painted nailsConstruct flyovers, roadsUpon the restless land Of my virgin chest Form curved roadsLet them intersect Who else is goingTo travel through them.Form speed breakersTo avoid accidentsUsing the spades inside Your mouthAnd run the cars of Your desires all over me©asifkhan
Holding your hand Take you to The brothel of my imagination.Burn dirty curtainsOf modestyDress in the shawlOf desires.Come out andBreak the curfew of shynessAnd protest!For the freedomYou have been deprived of.Not only an apple Rather digest whole ofThe forbidden treeSuch that not you But the heaven itself Falls upon you.As Darwin kick the OrthodoxGive love a different meaningDefine love in different terms Define me in your terms. ©asifkhan
#Romance #kashmiri #mirakee
Can I be a poet for tonight?To dress my naked imaginationAnd veil my animalistic desiresThere is an 'MMA' fight goingInside the cage of my stomachWhere both the fighters areEager to loseTonight I feel like a bride,Who is pregnant even before Being touchedAh! That chain around yourNaked white bottle neckWas another thingReminding me of my ill luckMy teeth have turned rebelliousAnd try to free themselvesFrom the imperialism of my jawsAnd fell off attracting the Cavity of loveThey are eager to leaveTheir traces upon the snowy hillOf your neckSo that none but only Ican visit this divine Place again And again.©asifkhan
Poem : Poison
I am being kept inside the prisonNot allowed to come outWhile the python of my desires Came out slithering through the barsReached you;And started licking the sole of your anklet decorated feetWith its poisonous tongueThe poison slowly got transferred in youAnd fired each part of your sensuous bodyMaking you moan more and moreEach time its tongue touched your soft feetWhile you started to meltAs the poisonous tongue tore The pious tissue of your feet apart In order to meet the real YouWho has been choked By the apparels of modestyMaking you sail through the oceans of passionDarling! Your body has been perfectly cutLike a diamondAnd my tongue is perfectly poisonedTo bite you like never before So that nothing of you Remains in youAnd the only thing remaining Would be the poison Only poison, only poison , only poison.©asifkhan
#Mirakee #romance #mythology #kashmiri
Though many yearned for himHer wails shook mountainsShe traded her body and soulIn the name of ‘krishna’That scented each part of her essenceHer wailings for krishnaBecame the new anthem for loversHer sacrifice became aFire test for all claimingTo be the patients of loveWhile her shroud stood as an idolFor all those claiming To be the followers Of the religion of loveThe wind of love was insaneThe sari of sanity was unable toCover her soulSo she danced madly uponThe flute of loveThat kissed her lovers lipsSince then the flute became divineAnd so did her wailings.Doesn’t love guaranty you of everythingExcept everything?©asifkhan
#romanticism #kashmiri #mirakee
I was handed a bottle That imparted Ecstasy to youngWho walk relentlesslyUpon the sharp blade of youthBut isn’t the wine of youth itself ecstatic?It’s indeed a wine made by melting sharp bladesThat cut everything on their wayFreeing the young of all the shacklesHe had been in.The fire starts burning with full vigorSoftening and re shaping the youngStatues of waxPlacing a wick of desiresInside them,That catches fire easilyGiving them the licenseTo burn the curtains of immodestyAnd ultimately the candle isConsumed by its own wick.©asifkhan
#romanticidealism #mirakee #kashmiri #love #rumi #tabraiz
Isn't it beautiful?
I grow old in your love And you become young By my love.My heart of wax meltedAfter receiving a secret Wrapped in your hot breaths.The curtains upon my sensesAttracted fire and turned into AshWhile ' Tabraiz ' disappeared But where did he go?Rumi captivated himAnd concealed him inside his chestWhere none but he sees him.Isn't that beautiful Asif ?You divorce sanity With a mere drop While Rumi digested the whole wine house Now when Rumi speaks He sings of ' Tabraiz ' The scholars call him as RumiBut only the lovers knowHis real name.©asifkhan
POEM: PAPATaking out some cubes of timeOut from the frozen tray of timelessnessMy past arrested me And made me sit with itUnder the black blanket of nightSo, it could read itself to me.It started with 'pashmeeen'In weaving which its fatherRemained a masterWho turned the ugly and tornThreads of people into a beautiful cloth 'Pashmeeen'My threads weren't ugly They weren't torn even Papa! Papa! You produce beautiful things Out of such ugly stuff Won't you even prepare a simple Cloth for your lone sonWhich could keep me warm During the winters of poverty.Why are your hands trembling papa!I beg you to please accept the threads Of my ill luck.You aren't the same superman You used to beMay be you never were one .©asifkhan
#Morningthoughts #kashmir #Mirakee
Ye Qubool karta hun may 'Asif 'K muje wafa ki samaj nahi.Magr mujse mohahbat karkayMuje wo ilm - e - wafaa kyu nhi sikha deta©asifkhan