The State Of My Being

By Raashid Naqib

But life is supposed to be

so much more than this

Alas! I do know the ecstasy

that is to be locked in a kiss

But, my world is old and boring

and my heart is a cold-blue mess

You shall at once recall your last free evening

and confess unto us, the shade of thy dress

When, who came closer unto you in the night

in his body of the eternal bliss?

When the candle melts and aflame is the home

and what of thy darling, my only miss?

Through thy smile a miracle I did bear witness

But, today is yet to be tonight, yes, indeed, time still there is

I speak the tongue of the fallen ones; feel my person’s pain

I warm the language that you understand; why else, but to be counted amongst thy handmaidens

I am a stranger in my own homeland; the son of the terminal yawp for Kashmir

I trust that thee is indeed in love with I, yet, pity the blood that spits in my veins

Even the breathe that I entertain follows no recourse

The law out here, states; Oh! My murderer, God bless!

I remain divided betwixt my peers, and thus, my Soul is a worthless prostitute

Will they ever recall that I always light my own cigarettes?

Love is beyond composure, truly, love is the each infinity

Sometimes, when I am more than alone; I wonder why is all of this?

Call it the derangement of my youth; name it, my final wish or desire

For, I live in the land where the calamity never forgets to befall upon us

My eyes complain to my face, “Bow down in the praise of thy Lord”

My broken heart remembers what it was like to finish the daily five obligatory prayers

And why will I ever admit to being myself in your presence?

The world is the same old story, my dearest; away run the days

I am required on the cross, excusez moi, for, I must withdraw

I must leave to be where I am needed the most; in the company of all the dead Poets.

By Raashid Naqib