A Malang

Wearing a robe of broken alphabets
In the eyes filled to brim
with orange bangles in my hands
cracked enough to hold thunder of
Sentence lacking story
Decorating a jaded smile on lips
Like a famine struck sun
and walking with anklets of burnt moths
Which has snuffed out the last candle of my town
Bare feet and empty spirited
Like a moonless sky
I swirl with the beat of wild wind
Still you say
You have not consumed me?

Paras Ali/2016

Writers Block

Duveted inside the blanket of silence

In the hub of smog

Hush ... Dear thoughts 

Do not come near

In enormous peace they sleep

For his pores have caressed

My unharnessed words....

Paras Ali/ 2016

No Union, No Partings

I have made a quick exit to the sky                                          

 Fleeing from the thunderclap of Your world       

 I have pursued down the streets of my barren solitude                                                      

 To beckon only Your memories.                     

 and setting the clamor of the voices mute                                 

Away from the people of Your land                                            

Miles apart from the continents of your sand                                                

I stroll the boulevards of my Sky                                                

 Amid the darkness, I admire watching                

 the glow worms burning into fireworks over your bosom                                                           

 I have gone to the sky                                        

So not to blacken your sweetly scented rivulets                                                                           

Not to keep you choking in nostalgia's foggy blankets                                                            

But to live like a lunatic holding an immortal  craving of You                                                          With those infinite moments  of present which never turn to past.                                  

And far-sighted future ensuring no meeting of our shores.                                                                       

 I have gone to the sky                                       

Yes Leaving you behind                                      

With no union                                                    

 Can You and I                                               

Ever be separated ?

Paras Ali/2016

Wave after wave
The golden powder of sun's rays
Draws oe'r fleecy billows
lying by the side of diamond laden Willows
The Letters which the moon wrote
for the impish tides of the Sea
All those initials of love singing alphabets
Are common to the language as my own
Ah...the Post man sky keenly plays the tricks
to keep me chained in the middle of it's memories


Paras Ali/2016