Nothing Is Mine

Was I anywhere? I was nowhere, Yet existed somewhere, Existence: Beginning to the End. Initially, a hope with dope, Then a drop, Further a clot, Then clothed: bones and flesh Shaped a proper shape In the darkness, Under the guidance. Bright heaven: attached. Life: An attachment: Body and the soul. Curiosity of love and lust Waited for grand jashn, The occasion of arrival, Ritual, Pray: for survival. Darkness to glorify world With a cry I hurled. Clenched fist with nudity Without shy: A deity! A pure innocent, an angel Wrapped in a towel, Bathed and clothed. ‘An earthly great creature’ All came to see ‘the marvel’ Desire born within me After my birth. “Laugh, cry and the breast” Permanent persistence within me, Imitated, with belief With joy and grief Unknowingly I knew, The art of imitation. Intelligence grasped and clothed; Intuition, reason, vision, thought…. More I learnt more I sought, Till I clothed white. A journey womb to tomb! Opened palms Enchanting psalms Leaving the body calm Without bread and jam No one can find I will be nowhere I will be somewhere Nothing was mine, nothing is mine Ah! Love and pine, an angel or a supine Nothing will be mine My poems are for you My deeds, Self, Characters, all for you to keep I will be remembered once hid in dark deep. Mixed with mud turned into dusk Body in terms of fragrance, the musk Only for you I survive and the body dies Seen by me and by all eyes (Glory of the Lord,) I was in the bright world of darkness I will be again into the bright world Through the darkness Death: A detachment: Body and the soul On thy sweet memory I will reside In your thought horse, I will ride Wings of thought flies high In thy breath; shall I ever die? //.... (Jashn Urdu in English a joyful moment, a party)