Wake up
Donning the Divine
Colour of God.
Are you in a deep slumber
In a silent, infinite
Tartarian darkness?
Wake up
And witness
The radiant aura
Of Phoebus in the midsky
Which shrouds in vain
The sombre progression
Of every nano second
Towards the abysmal pit
Of dark and dusty death
So irrevocable and so senile.
Your every mundane step
Is a mere progression
Towards the sans frontier Horizon of destruction
Beyond the setting sun
Towards a summation
Of disjointed zeros of
Sans hour,sans minute
Sans nothing.
Raise your head and
With your divine insight
Witness the painful erosion
Of Phoebus s bow like lifeline
Fettered with neglect
In the palm of the mortal hand
Radiating the symphony of pain and agony
Of insatiable desires and unfulfilled passion.
Witness
The gradual erosion
Of life and its resonance
In loveless love’s
Infinite procession of cadavers.
Rise and embrace
The universal passion of youth
With a kiss
Intimate, carnal and immortal and
Be one with the unknown god
In a nocturnal tryst of lovers.
Witness
The golden dust
Of the sprinting courser
Enveloping the earth,the air,the sky.
So rise up
From your slumber,
From the seven sleepers den.
Lovers ‘gaze ala divine dictums
Can create a
radiant star in the cosmos
An abandoned warehouse
A paltry bedroom
Can be a perpetual spring
Of lust and passion,
An islet without
Death,deacay dissolution.
Are you in a deep slumber?
Discover the light
In the muted
Yet grandiose darkness
Hidden, yet omnipresent.
Kohinoor s halo
Pirouettes beyond the horizon
On the sea waves that
That swirl
With the rays of the golden sun
In terra ‘s fathomless pit
Of the murky Tartarus.
Get up
embellish yourself with
The divine spark of
The immortals,
In the skeletal frame
Of god’s human form.
English translate- Khaled Arefeen Sharif
