Haven’t I been hurt before, yet indulging tryst and trust,

days all lost in tears, through my eyes, that often burst.

Soaked! Meaningless lies, for perennial truths.

Floundered mazes, dusty ends in rotting youths.

Your promises adorn culverts of my dazed strife,

and tresses shine like the glint of a wonton knife.

Together we languish, yet, in haunted dreams.

Ricocheting, I know, hand in hand in silent screams.

Darkened haunted pitted streets, trampling teams.

Our weary toes dance to tunes and distant schemes.

From jagged tops, down to senseless desolate plains.

Tumbling cliffs now drown in brews and failed rains.

Oh would it haven, kept you, the kindled flame.

cloaked and stroked, you, that frees the wretch; his tortured name.

Prayers wishes desires and wants well in hearts yon sordid pains.

Unblessed, blemished haunted decades engulf in eternal stains.

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saadat tahir
(Islamabad)
(January 25, 2010)