THE PLUME

If  only  you had Waited a little Longer after dark   Watched the gloom Dissipate, heard the Singing of the lark   The sun flowered as It rose, time shot A golden spark   Hope smiled a wide Horizon, busy bees Sipped on flowers - AR

MANY-A-TIMES   Many-a-times I have wept without a tear Many-a-times I have laughed out in pain Many-a-times I've smiled with numb eyes Many-a-times my silence screams in vain Much like the clouds that hover upon a barren land And burst not when earth is dry and drained But on incitements of a breeze from cool vales Sprinkle down a few drops of embarrassing rain - AR

INTERACT Let eyes do The talking, While lips Interact; Let fingers Linger While arms Intersect; Let meanings of feelings Two hearts Learn to grasp Let severed Souls meet, In full-bodied Clasp! -AR

  UPTURNED I went up the staircase, Lay flat on the rooftop and Saw some blinking stars Till I fell into the well of an Upturned Infinity and Dived in deep and far Felt the pull of galaxies Constellations conspiring Till the farthest pulsars I gazed at time and space The kaleidoscope of fate Until the morning hours -AR

Rain falls, And the dry Hard veneer Of reality Comes off a tad Heavens pour And the paint On the canvass Of creation Gets wet again A soggy façade, A damp front, And the smug Certitude of Established fact Sticks out like A sore thumb - Adil Rasheed  

FLAMINGOS Days fly like Flamingos Into the Sunset of Memories     Bygone years Scream like Children Playing in Far-off fields   A crescent on A crimson sky Sets sail for Unknown Infinity - AR

THE HIGH WALL The high wall You once Built to Keep me out   Has since Grown vines, Flowers and Tender sprouts   Each day the World views My Arabesque Designs   Come around Someday,   see The tendrils Shoot & climb - AR

One night, let's escape from this world Tiptoe past  zombies, clueless & curled Clutch the cloak of darkness, as we elope Far from the living dead to a place of hope Holding hands we leave shadowy streets Barking dogs, open bins, parks, retreats Before the eye of morning probes and finds We'd have flown far away to pleasant climes -AR