Whenever I pray
For her to smile
I light a candle
In my being
She says I should pray
But only for myself
Who can be the voice?
For another?
And when she left
I felt
My shadow
Being ripped from my body
With her I was not ashamed
Of being naked
The shadow of her hair
Turned into a cloak for me to hide
Love’s morning
I spent laughing
It was during the evening
That I was moved to tears
So now, Look at the stones
And show some reverence
That stone
Could be a god for someone
And if you must sin
Hide yourself first
I’ve heard
God sees everything
جب وہ میری دعا ہوتا ہے
دل میں روشن دیہ ہوتا ہے
j
آپ اپنے لیے دعا کریں
کون کس کی صدا ہوتا ہے؟
j
وہ گیا تو ایسا درد ہوا
جیسے سایہ جدا ہوتا ہے
j
ننگِ بدن کی فکرنا تھی
سایہِ زلف قبا ہوتا ہے
j
صبحِ عشق مسکرا گزری
شام گئے رونا ہوتا ہے
j
عزت سے دیکھ سنگ کو
یہ کسی کا خدا ہوتا ہے
j
گناہ کر چھپ کے استاد
سنا رب دیکھتا ہوتا ہے
Love this!
LikeLike
Thank you so much! That is very kind of you 🙂
LikeLike
Simply love the tenderness in emotion when you say ‘I light a candle in my being’ and the subsequent ripping of one’s shadow from one’s being. Beautiful symbolism and play of words.
I have particularly become a fan of the way you evoke the imagery of fire and light to capture the drama, the highs and the lows of love in your poems. You make emotion dynamic, it feels immediate and you take the reader on the journey with you. That said, Usatad, don’t forget to give us hope to continue the journey of love!
LikeLike
The journey of love continues unabated… It becomes a compulsion on us whether we have someone to love or not… I really do feel at times that anything worthwhile which was ever produced, thought of or created in the world must have been a labor of love… Otherwise it was for naught… 🙂
LikeLike
🙂 I always come back to reading this poem of yours. And I try doing it quite secretly. “Gunah kr chup ke usatad suna rab dekhta hota hai “
LikeLike
That is probably the most gracious comment I’ve read on this blog… And who doesn’t like to be quoted? 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLike