Post The Primal Self

By Raashid Naqib

To dance, my last rose

Is to welcome the spring

And to sing is forever

My most favorite thing

In the whole wild wide world

I forgot the end that I am meeting

My dying gasp never reaches to her shore

And I remain accursed; alive and burning

Yesternight, she asked of I; of my true name

Love, I claim to be no one, Darling, I am less than nothing

In the presence of the Sun serves what use does the candle light?

Ah! To her the letter, and to confess being unloving, unforgiving

A man lives but a singular life through his present form

I’ll rest till eternity soon, but why are you suddenly leaving?

Stay with I in the night; when the dark swallows us entire

When the full Moon bleeds, they will know and begin believing

Alas! I’ve been misplaced on your tongue and in your speech

I’ve never meant to harm a Soul, yet, peace; I am forgetting

Neglect is the first choice of a mind that is unwilling

Beware of following in my footsteps, though, prayer; I am preaching

Feel the page; unturned, for, he dwelled here for long

The scars that are left on the paper are born of his weeping

By Raashid Naqib