A Sin worth Sinning

I long to walk on the highways of my blanketed desires
Towards your valleys, to be near you 
Forgetting all my tomorrows
As sooner or later, I would be crucified

Let my tears populate the tavern
for your wadi to sip moon-lit
dews till its barren lips are drenched

I yearn to preserve the colour of your eyes
with the lemonade spray of inky-sky
Orchestrating ghazals of eternity !!

Let me cloak you
 in the flames of heavenly fire
and unearth your brooklets
in saffron snow and its snippets

Sorrow hath fashioned your skin
You too look a faded fragrance of some one's Past
Even you too can never be mine
Your name's hymn still I shall sing

Slaying all my joyous gods
kissing to death all my lords
Let I worship fair
Let I die honest and bare

What is love?
If not a sin worth sinning!!!

Paras Ali/2017

Nostalgia

It's sunset again and December smells of intoxicating fragrance of star-lit alleys rising from coniferous forests. The icy wind melts, swallowing marrow of bony memories in a single gulp and then my brain sends my heart off the scent by dodging a thousand emotions of mine. At times claiming the earth to be inconsiderate for our union or other times turning him an alien-avatar who actually spilled his guts out. Horizon drops many new lines over the sky during the sunset making me forget the initials of his name; his voice dissolves, his persona fades and then each time I bury the ruins of the past he is born again in an inescapable Present.

Paras Ali/ 2017