Freedom

Once

We were caught

On the barbed land of our lips

With expired visas of Sight

Smuggling illegal breaths of Love

Into our bordered bodies.

We could’ve escaped.

Advertising Poem

Urgently required

A single stanza poem of devious nature.

Written in simple English vocabulary.

Metaphors, similes images not necessary

No ornate language Please.

A single theme would be much valued.

Local Symbols necessary

Should appeal readers.  

No lamenting the loss of a beloved kind of crap.

No victimization discourse.

No political allusions.  

Experimentation and innovation would be highly appreciated.

For further information please contact: 

Mubashir Karim

Resentment

“Mubashir”

She quizzes

“You often exaggerate

And misquote me

In your poems”

"My Love"

I confess

“I told you
I am not a great poet”

No thyself

A great man once said

“Know thyself”

He never said

“Know thyself

And fall deep down into your own abyss”

That’s what a great woman said to me
In love 

Years later

After I fell into her void.

Excerpt from Questioning a Survivor

She loved Accidents 

and Poetry.

She loved the idea of a bloody human body

Squashed, squeezed, jammed

Thirsty for some breaths.

Of dislocated organs she would say

See that’s life

Disconnected, broken, non-functional.

She treasured

Farrokhzad and Parveen Shakir

In poetry.

A case of Accidental Poetry
That’s what she used to call them.

A Wishful Search

It took me

Umpteenth rains

springs summers

and snows

countless

positions of the moon

innumerable sunrises

and sunsets

zillion faces of the earth

myraid latitudes

and longitudes

immeasurable measures

distancing distances

varied laughs smiles

and mood swings

uncountable breaths

and blinkings

to locate

at the end

the exact position

of a heart

decorated with love stings.

My Love

Why were you
not far away???

Professional Impuissance

Even though

She has a PhD in Griefology

Is a specialist in Bereavement and Mourning

And has a lengthy paper published

In the International Journal of Sadness

Often cited by scholars

Her colleagues are in awe of her CV

Which they say

Speaks volumes about

Her cerebral insight in distinguishing

Fake tears from the real ones.

Somehow

I don’t know why

My misery evades her.