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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Bangles


Halo of planets
Kaleidoscopic
Dance
            Body flames
Light up iced-candle-eons
            The sun stole
From our mouths
            Moulding rainbows
In glass

Breathe, like a gentle rustle of feathers
Dreams are melting
Into slivers of moon

The dome of the Taj shakes kahkashaan
                        Millions of stars rain
                        On thin, brittle entrance
                        Of Koh-e-Kaf

Zafar’s broken syllables
                                          Hang
                                                     Sun-washed

Silence dribbles down
                       Hennaed wrists:
Calligraphy in blood

The dewy air rising from Zabarwan
                                        Wraps the
                                        Cool ivory
                                        Hands

The jingle of stars gives way
                        For a diamond to cover
                        The islets of eyes
And shakes snow off

The glow of planets
 Descends
 Tinkling
With palms rising as lotus
Sending forth murmurs
To the fajr skies
The silver-dust seals the envelope
                        That in dreams
                        You called Prayer




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