An appetite for love

. Mubashir Karim

Lately 

I have developed

An appetite for love

In love

I want to turn

The whole valley

Into a paper clip

 

In love

I want to drink the stars

Eat the moonbeams

And lick the spicy roses

 

In love

I want to turn this starry night

Into your curled eyelashes

I want to churn all the Chinars

Into a refreshing Kehwah

 

In love

I want to wriggle your dyed scarf

To doves

 

 

In love

I want to sculpt you

Out of dense clouds

 

In love

I want to turn all truths

Into one simple joke

And give tongue

To all the silences

 

In love

I want to give memories 

A sound mind

So that they don’t fade away

 

In love

I want to write you

As a Ghazal

Rhyming your breaths to mine

 

In love

I want to be your loved earrings

Dangling the universe

 

In love 

I want to politicize myself as a rumour

 

In love

In want to be a character 

From One Thousand and One Nights

Accustomed to magic

 

In love

I want to be a well decorated Tonga

Taking passengers from Dalgate to Nishat

In Old Srinagar

 

In love

I want to be the sole owner 

Of Borges’ Book of Sand

 

In love

I want to bore you so much

That you fall asleep in my arms

 

In love

I want to be that rusty dustbin

Often seen 

Smelling the garbage

Of torn letters

 

In love

I want to be a dead mother

Missed deeply by her children

 

In love

I want to feign sickness

Bedridden

In your castle of care

 

In love 

I want to be a dervish

Lost completely in whirls 

Or an Ustad skilled enough

To play with the surs

 

In love

I realize

Little can be attained through hate

Much lost in anger

 

In love

I want to pretend you love me.

 

 

 

 

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0 #1 Suhail Khan 2013-11-29 04:08
oswm..mindblowing :)
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