Geography of Heart

Surrounded

by mountainous memories

Through which runs

A river of Hope.

Heart,

my love,

is a Valley.

Imperial Love

Of a nature foreign

Your Love was.

Your route

My Sea of tears.

The Moon of your splendour

Never set upon me.

With religious rumours

You established yourself

In me.

Your imperial eyes:

My heart - a Colony.

It distorted everything

 I possessed

Steadily.

My Indigenous Memory.

My Empire of Thoughts.

My History of Desires.

My Culture of Silence.

My Language of Love.

Now,

After years of oblivion

My Language writes back

To Your Imperial Love

With an urgent zeal

“Come back

And

distort me all over again”

Maulana Jami's Naat in my Voice

To Listen to the Naat Click on the Link below: 
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Originally Sung by Masood Abbasi

Barren Words

The Memory of my Sky

Is occupied

By the Grief of Clouds.

See!!!

My Love

How your Idea

Dances barefoot

Out there.

Even the Sufi whirls envy you.

Meanwhile,

I poor poet

pour Ink

over the dry lips

of my Barren Words.

This Poem Shoem

My Beloved,

This Love Shuv

This Absence Vebsence

This Mood Vood

This Life Vife

This Tragedy Vagedy

These Emotions Vemotions

This Happiness Vappiness

This Death Weath

This Friendship Vriendship

This Passion Vassion

These Feelings Veelings

This Paradise Varadise

This Philosophy Vilosophy

This Hell Vell

This Existence Vexistence

This Thinking Vinking

This Idea Videa

Etcetra Vetcetra

Are Nothing Vothing

All but the Aftermaths Vaftermaths

Of your Presence Vresence. 

An Erudite Despair

Your absence

Teaches me

To unlearn

The old grammar of Emotions.

Your Love

An erudite despair.*

*Burton Rascoe's term.

Pixelated Past

My Nostalgic Memory

Coils itself

In the Old Images of Srinagar.

This is all

I am left with/ in

A Photographic Womb.