If I was locked up in a cubicle, windowless, airtight, I would not stop falling in Love.
This is the nature of a Man, embodiment of everything but Superman.
I had a day dream, I had fallen in love to a sublime form, I wrote a few words, uttered in utter shyness, withheld, and it sounded like a poem.
And she voicelessly whispered.
She said Photographeno1
Do you know I have a son!
I wrote a few lines on her imagined heart a few seconds back, I write them here second hand. with changes ...
The first time
I saw your thumbnail
I was dumbfounded
ungrounded
you were undefiled
untouched
unhounded
in my mind
I was a wee bit color blind
a hard blow
of nosegay nostalgia
my bad luck
like love lines on my palm
traced unevenly on my colored behind.
yes life has been unkind
your search is never over
till a disembodied form
like a dove
perches
on the window sill
of your mind .
through pebbled prosaic words
scattered at your feet
a new poem unwinds.
this poem is imaginary and does not reflect my feelings to any one living or dead
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Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
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Allah Humma Lanat Qatalatal Husain , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Allahumma Laan Qatalatal Hussaine Wa Asabehi.
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khune hussain tapka zamin par jagah jagah tha khaufnak momino manzar jagah jagah , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 .
