"REPLY FROM THE UNKNOWN LADY"
(Reply to a poem by Saqlain Mustaq)
Here is your letter - unmarked and unnamed
"To an unknown lady" - the bemusing envelope,
I wonder how it arrived.
Inside, the script of a rover -
curious about beautiful ladies.
Words spill like a secret confession,
a tapestry of lust and loss.
I was just gazing at your torn shoe,
you took it to heart otherwise.
No, I never forgot you
I too, am a poet of fleeting lovers
A negative reply, yet not an end
The letter rests now in my hands
try again, I am waiting for another.
"EXISTENTIAL ANGST"
I am sick of earth,
a disconnection of breath is all
to mail my bones in half-rates
for cineration is not working well enough.
Wrap me with bare dreams
see if you can veil my body,
I have loved on the December clouds,
no mortal can see me naked.
I am overexposed, I am as far as Chile,
I am purposely mad,
you can build a whole life
with only three worlds - I love you.
More fleshy than a pig,
earth will refuse my history,
did I ever live here,
once it had a cave named Hira.
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