I had the charm of the birds the night before
Pain in the bosom was like creeping death
The cage of life is akin to prism where we all
Living our broken desires on the edge of extinction

Higher thoughts bade farewell to the lonely heart
On the starch of sheets ironed with heat of sweat
In search of desire that like black cat in the street
I was lead to the alley of mysteries in sensuality

Piercing flesh on the skin devoid of soul an element
Recoiled to the earliest form for a refuge in the dark
My outward has given way to the inward that has
Beauty anointed when I saw everything melted

With no destiny when once clung to the roller coaster
Time machine has to offer few images worth remembering
Who decides but luck has little things of sleeve to share
I gathered myself in vain with sweet notes in heavy metal
8/7/2009

Sadiqullah Khan

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