Time in anger, like flurry flies.
Imply and signal unfair cries.
Days seethe in a burning glare.
Krystal nacht for the corning ware.
Late night vigil lasso throws,
in a murky game fantasy flows.
Rooted nature, imagined stretch.
Games and flames make a wretch.
Samurai’s sword and letters mix,
In tangled web, unseemly nicks.
Weighty words like wonton bricks.
in laid out lines that fetters fix.
Silent invisible beauteous words.
Wayward flap like off track birds.
Lost path on the way to tricks.
At wits end and counting clicks.
Inching up of green tone bars.
Stirring hiccups, burning chars.
Streaming bits from luxuriant shade,
on blazing dunes like skewers laid.
Safely watch from afar the feats,
i an infant at the muse’s teats.
Endless feverish yet goes on?
To zealous love, a sentinel pawn!
(Islamabad)
(Aug 08,2009)
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inspired by a poem written by Ejaz Khan...sometime back
saadat tahir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/click-mania-at-the-muse-s-teat-100th-poem/
