The Golden Casket of Memories

Who says the bygone moments fade?
He opened his bronze casket
Lingered his fingers across the crystal Jar
Removed  it's tightened lid
And here she was
Least Smothered
Least Exhausted
But still an untamed beauty
Parallel to the one
When the first time they had crossed their roads
She was still wearing the pendant of wet green leaves
An anklet having bells of clouds
A musk of rain- soaked- droughted- earth
And a Kohl of frosty smoke

How could he let her go?
When he has promised her timeless immortality
He made her abode in the temple of his verse
Where merely the statue was of  his words
But beneath those poetic marbles
Her soul dictatored alone...

Paras Ali 2016

Sinned Against Sinning

Inspired from King Lear by Shakespeare

Write on my soul
With razor-edged syllables
Pick alphabets and plaster them with viperous fangs
Buy the needled morphemes from the vendor of Butchers
Sale my bones but get me charcoal stones
Of immutably wounded Hillocks of Blasphemy
And stab me hard with bee-infected verse of yours
As the Saint says
No Furnace of fire
Can wipe my metallic tears
No Erudite scriptures can kiss away
My Chapters of disobedience
For I am a creature 'more sinned against Sinning'

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A Hypothetical Observation

The Demon Regretted
He rushed back
To the Country of Water, Air , fire and Earth
White banks of sand,
Flickered his shadow  over the several-lipped river bank
The lizard like wolf met on his way of purgation
Spidery sword of stars
Wish-washy voltaged Moon bulbs
Fire flies folding lanterns,
Ice-blue neon flames of Jaguars
and Violet Orchirds Echoeing abundant Light
Still death leapt in his pulse
For the world
For you even
The Demon died out of repentance
But I say with faith
He died out of the Fear of being Exposed

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Ode on Sky

The sky in seconds adorns itself with hue
Some pint of golden and pastel colours few
A glimpse of scarlet and crimson chunks around barren waters
Sun departs while weaving threads of amber in cloudy cue
The abstract designs conceals Creator’s image
But what exists behind such damson view?
If beams are reflected by palette spectrum
Then how sad songs are kept in tiny dew?

Many galaxies are born under your lap so warm
Sky preens the free wheeling bird with air so calm
Cherub gaze the bowing angles with wide eye
But fail to measure the echoing damsels psalm
The azure Aerial prophesy the treacherous wounds
Crave the name of aniseed and saffronic balm
Yet some mote in the dusky gossamer is undefined
Where the speck sinks why it gives you no harm?


The Chromatic patterns dethrone the majesty of volatile time
A canopy that encloses the mythical godly shrine
Whittle the smudge of inherited bloodshed
Its symmetric horizon is a tacit elegy’s watershed
Not superfluous neither limited is its area
Robust philosophies codify its ethereal substance
Exemplify an eternity of gross mystic Romance
Sky thy profuse aura is esoteric like deep eye
Whose translucent sheet alloweth no pry


Parallel to the sea, boundless and sullen fellow
Sky, all commotion engrosses and swallows
Prolific centre of dreams, lord of utopian society
Its seven layers teach the thinkers piety
The same is its aura and archetype is its colour
Its purity is untouched by the ardent earthly lover
Simplicity wins the war with glamour that pretends
The owner of new Era, yet from transience it can’t defend

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Until and Unless

Unless and until enrapture the discourse
Emollient balm to the inflamed wounds
Beholding a titanic journey, long and hoarse
Pope’s satire to check mundane faith
A toothless tiger in the imbecile forest
For the surge unless and until wait

Unless and until are mute like willow tears
Distant as galaxy cluster around heaven
Mutter and chirp when wind blows yellow grass
Nip the sullen violent waves in a drop
Ominous like a thorn in the garland of jasmine

Of paramount importance for love
The plaintive call of baptised dove
Sham rustling of zephyr around scholar’s files

Unless makes the until and until the unless
To plunder the bee around cobweb’s furnace
God resides in the jugular vein
While unless and the until is the theory of sane

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