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Monday, 29 June 2015

Travel Prayer

(a translation of Muzaffar Karim's urdu nazm Dua-e-Safar)

I don't know travel prayer
But whenever you bid me adieu 
With kisses
My each journey rested
Within the enchanting halo of your lips 
The touch of your lips 
My love 
Is like my mother's prayers.

When the brace of your lips 
Is no longer with me 
And this arduous journey is turning odysseic
It's time to learn travel prayer.

Monday, 22 June 2015

Shouldn't We?

"Frankly speaking Mubashir"
She said
"I think 
Your poetry has lost that charm
That grace which it once possessed."

I smiled and replied
"Shouldn't we meet often then?"

Friday, 19 June 2015


The tragedy is not
That we are incredibly far from each other.

That we are passionately still alive in ourselves
That's tragedy.

Sunday, 14 June 2015


She asphyxiates me with her kisses
When she's not around

It seems 
Is the mother of love

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Poetic Felony

When caught 
They were found in an intimate position
Trying to understand a poem
Which ended abruptly.