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Fearing the flattening with a storm soon,
she marked my grave with a fresh cactus.

Nowhere could she beget life!
She sows death into everything she touches -
That’s to me an agonized hope!

The storm stopped!
The cactus withered!
The grave was flattened!

And she lost me!”

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I remember, I was unconscious -
the only thing worth remembering.

One of them whispered to her
that they set her free.

She was there watching in silence.
Crying, as they buried me deep
into the sands of a boundless desert.

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I draw the curtains;
double the cushions behind.

I listen to the lyrics of an old dirge,
which sprinkled on me some muddy memories.

I want to write it as my elegy!
I want to mention my death!

“The skull of my dreams was hit hard
by some old rusty spades, which were
used to clear the dung of a bastard bull."

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I draw the curtains;
Double the cushions behind.

I listen to the lyrics of an old dirge,
Which sprinkled on me some muddy memories.

I want to write it as my elegy!
I want to mention my death!

“The skull of my dreams was hit hard
By some old rusty spades, which was
Used to clear the dung of a bastard bull.

I remember, I was unconscious -
The only thing worth remembering.

One of them whispered to her
That they set her free.

She was there watching in silence.
Crying, as they buried me deep
Into the sands of a boundless desert.

Fearing the flattening with a storm soon,
She marked my grave with a fresh cactus.

Nowhere could she beget life!
She sows death into everything she touches.
That’s to me an agonized hope!

The storm stopped!
The cactus withered!
The grave was flattened!

And she lost me!”

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The jungle of memories is on fire.
Every leaf of your promise is dying dry.
And every tree that grew on the soil of trust is falling.
Do not come back to extinguish this fire!
In this jungle, I have survived the attacks of wild animals,
which you had nurtured in my absence.
The sky is spilling fuels over this jungle,
Do not come to emaciate these clouds!
Let these clouds eliminate your animals!
Let this fire engulf your memories!
So, do not come back!

Much before your arrival,
I was talking to you only.
Much later after your departure,
I had been talking to you only.
In between, I was waiting for you;
And waiting is a bliss.
So, do not come back!

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.... and now with your memory,
everything falls on me un-light-ly

no star blinks normally,

and the moment time turns photonless,
I imagine you in his arms,
dreaming of me.

with the growing distance of
moonlight from us,
we are walking
on a path while clutching
one another's hand,
wandering in separation,
in search of our moon.

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Jaun's Faariha

Dawn, it was snowing, now the sun is setting, O Faariha!
Green are the mountains, so where are you, O Faariha?

"I've turned your world upside down", you'd say.
Now do you still swim in the stars, O Faariha?

Blood flows on pages with every scribe of this pen
Ever since I murdered your presence in my poems, O Faariha.

Leaving me gave birth to a new thousand poems
Even the poets were struggling without me, O Faariha.

Death is the outcome of repeated cycles of grief, so
Leaving me altogether serves no purpose, O Faariha!

Those lies in your verses, those tricks of befooling me;
What if I die before you, will you die after me, O Faariha?

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Any star that you find solitarily blinking,
Report that to me. I'll do nothing.

Each star is surrounded by stars.
From every possible side.
Or three sides.
One side is reserved for me.

There may be a fifth side.
Or sixth and so on...

I wonder sometimes!
Sometimes I wonder:
Where do all the combined lights go,
Of all those stars?
Is there a crack in between the stars?
Do they illuminate the dark side of the moon?

But why would they?
Angels don't read literature or do they?

In between the angels, lies my space.
My mind works on the axis of perfectionism.
That is why my mind doesn't exist.
Or even I don't exist - not at all.

Around the star, there's no side reserved for me.
I exist nowhere.

So any star that you find blinking solitarily,
Report that to me; I'll do nothing.
That's my star.
That is me, the stardust.

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