Miraquill
Wanting you
At times, I don’t want to
Be a thief,
And steal the red carpet
Furnished upon your lips
Rather, want to get hanged
By your fair arms,
Slowly comb your golden tresses
While your petrol leaking fingers
Make their way through the forest
Of my chest
Wetting it, to set it ablaze
By the torch of desires
Want to die a hindu
Get burnt upon the pyre
Of love
Scattered over the bed
Digging deep into the well of
Your navel
Freeing all the caged butterflies
Rumbling inside the stomach
Love! Love!
Open the taverns of your beauty
Rather I’ll get quenched by this thirst
Love!
‘Yousuf’ is knocking at the tavern doors
Open them
I am no prophet,
Won’t keep you awaiting
Won’t disappoint you
I love you
Believe in my sermon
And in my desires.
©asifkhan
asifkhan
A solivagant person burrying his pain in the coffin of words. Author of 'Prisoners of Paradise'.
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Construction
Look!
How the buttons of
My shirt stare you
Hiding pain,
Craving to get free
To open the gates of heaven
Punish you,
For keeping the doors locked
So long
Using painted nails
Construct flyovers, roads
Upon the restless land
Of my virgin chest
Form curved roads
Let them intersect
Who else is going
To travel through them.
Form speed breakers
To avoid accidents
Using the spades inside
Your mouth
And run the cars of
Your desires all over me
©asifkhan -
Define love?
Holding your hand
Take you to
The brothel of my imagination.
Burn dirty curtains
Of modesty
Dress in the shawl
Of desires.
Come out and
Break the curfew of shyness
And protest!
For the freedom
You have been deprived of.
Not only an apple
Rather digest whole of
The forbidden tree
Such that not you
But the heaven itself
Falls upon you.
As Darwin kick the Orthodox
Give love a different meaning
Define love in different terms
Define me in your terms.
©asifkhan -
Her neck
Can I be a poet for tonight?
To dress my naked imagination
And veil my animalistic desires
There is an 'MMA' fight going
Inside the cage of my stomach
Where both the fighters are
Eager to lose
Tonight I feel like a bride,
Who is pregnant even before
Being touched
Ah! That chain around your
Naked white bottle neck
Was another thing
Reminding me of my ill luck
My teeth have turned rebellious
And try to free themselves
From the imperialism of my jaws
And fell off attracting the Cavity of love
They are eager to leave
Their traces upon the snowy hill
Of your neck
So that none but only I
can visit this divine Place again
And again.
©asifkhan -
Poem : Poison
I am being kept inside the prison
Not allowed to come out
While the python of my desires
Came out slithering through the bars
Reached you;
And started licking the sole of your anklet decorated feet
With its poisonous tongue
The poison slowly got transferred in you
And fired each part of your sensuous body
Making you moan more and more
Each time its tongue touched your soft feet
While you started to melt
As the poisonous tongue tore
The pious tissue of your feet apart
In order to meet the real You
Who has been choked
By the apparels of modesty
Making you sail through the oceans of passion
Darling!
Your body has been perfectly cut
Like a diamond
And my tongue is perfectly poisoned
To bite you like never before
So that nothing of you
Remains in you
And the only thing remaining
Would be the poison
Only poison, only poison , only poison.
©asifkhan -
Mirra
Though many yearned for him
Her wails shook mountains
She traded her body and soul
In the name of ‘krishna’
That scented each part of her essence
Her wailings for krishna
Became the new anthem for lovers
Her sacrifice became a
Fire test for all claiming
To be the patients of love
While her shroud stood as an idol
For all those claiming
To be the followers
Of the religion of love
The wind of love was insane
The sari of sanity was unable to
Cover her soul
So she danced madly upon
The flute of love
That kissed her lovers lips
Since then the flute became divine
And so did her wailings.
Doesn’t love guaranty you of everything
Except everything?
©asifkhan -
Cursed youth
I was handed a bottle
That imparted Ecstasy to young
Who walk relentlessly
Upon the sharp blade of youth
But isn’t the wine of youth itself ecstatic?
It’s indeed a wine made by melting sharp blades
That cut everything on their way
Freeing the young of all the shackles
He had been in.
The fire starts burning with full vigor
Softening and re shaping the young
Statues of wax
Placing a wick of desires
Inside them,
That catches fire easily
Giving them the license
To burn the curtains of immodesty
And ultimately the candle is
Consumed by its own wick.
©asifkhan -
Isn't it beautiful?
I grow old in your love
And you become young
By my love.
My heart of wax melted
After receiving a secret
Wrapped in your hot breaths.
The curtains upon my senses
Attracted fire and turned into Ash
While ' Tabraiz ' disappeared
But where did he go?
Rumi captivated him
And concealed him inside his chest
Where 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 Rumi
But only the lovers know
His real name.
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Papa
POEM: PAPA
Taking out some cubes of time
Out from the frozen tray of timelessness
My past arrested me
And made me sit with it
Under the black blanket of night
So, it could read itself to me.
It started with 'pashmeeen'
In weaving which its father
Remained a master
Who turned the ugly and torn
Threads 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 son
Which 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 be
May be you never were one .
©asifkhan -
Ye Qubool karta hun may 'Asif '
K muje wafa ki samaj nahi.
Magr mujse mohahbat karkay
Muje wo ilm - e - wafaa kyu nhi sikha deta
©asifkhan
