THE BRIDGE

Not so Fantastical Fantastic Beings by Muhammad Khurram - Pakistan

Perceive me not, I say

See my beauty in every pebble in your way

Hear me not, I say

Listen to the bulbuls singing our praise

Affirm me not, I say

Speak of grace and joyous days

 

For love is riddled with contradictions 

Oxymoronic prepositions

Humble schemes and grand wishes

Impossible realizations: us, together

A thought with so much charge, reaching capacity overload

A short circuit, a flare up, a supernova burst

Swinging us so far out of our orbits that we

crash into one another...

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Prayer by Muhammad Khurram - Pakistan

May your day be light 

by the beauty of your soul 

and dim when needed, 

adjusting to meet the day. 

The demands. The demands. Always the demands. 

Calling you forth. 

 

Exhausting. 

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Compost Species by Muhammad Khurram - Pakistan

There is no ‘the’ in the fantasies of nature

Putting an ‘ies’ in fantasies doesn’t cut it either

For Nature in its multifariousness dwarfs human imagination

For human is part of nature, so

Nature’s fantasies are compost

Refused, recycled

Inorganic matter suffused with organic, dying and living

Harmonious living without aging is an anti-Nature fantasy

As is an accelerated, break-neck evolutionary speed

For islands drown, continents crash into another

But, only after millennials...

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Dreams: A Chorus by Muhammad Khurram - Pakistan

In dreams begin poems,

As both are tenants of the crevice that

make-love in the muffling

in doorways coming and going

in the hours between dawns

Celebrating with full heart what is here,

here on this bridge between

starshine and clay,

surviving in a transparent, ghostly, vividly coloured and easily forgotten

state

but, remembered because the body remembers and the mind dreams of

violence

and, of woven air, running water, evening dew

because life is so much more than the misery in our marrow

and the deferral, the death of things,

of beings

of us - multi-tongued, we live in a canopy of cacophony

hot, flashing visions. Dreams we dare not dream

are the bars to ourselves...

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The Physicists are Lying by Muhammad Khurram - Pakistan

The physicists tell us, 'we don't see color'

and no, they aren't talking about discrimination

but, light...

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