Light and Darkness
When the darkness of night descends
And the hours go deeper then you remain far away
I can not see you then
But the distance started to wane in the horizon
Darkness removes differences among one thing to another
Every particle of the universe then comes under my jurisdiction
I think your body, and heaves of breath
Everything have come at the arena of my touch
Then you can turn into a desired flower of happiness
in the silence of darkness and unity
As if nothing dissolved in the darkness
but was unified with it
As if with the break of dawn
Your lips, desire of your eyes and the voice
Shall find out their desired goal-
Another voice, another sensitivity
Another beating of heart.
But then the first morning light
separates you from me
and I can not touch you
And I can nor stay in your eyesight
Because light makes the boundary of everything limited
Only a few solitude, a few new ache
A few pallor remain in the arena of sight.
Human beings
Each one of us
Come out of
A single particle of
Nothingness
And each one of us
revolve around
A single centre
Inside a circle
relentlessly.
Then in some discrete minute
I think
We get detached
And surrender to
Another centre
And suddenly
Reach into another circle.
There I have pang in my love
The forgetful wailings and delight
In my wailings
I have creation and history in my joy
And in history lies harmony and abandonment.
Only a Touch
If you touch me
I kindle up once again
In great amazement as if dissolved in unison
The dream-wind blow
If you touch me
Satisfaction recite rhymes in the air
the submerged tree dwindle in love, sings
The running water of the river turns the cascade of love
If you touch me
Suddenly in the cattle-shed the cow cry out in emotional melody
In that echoing sound the colour change in greenery
The air play with melodious creepers
If you touch me
In the sounding track quivering soreness chime in my heart
I through away with great disgust
All the dream-songs, and the games I kept in me lifelong
If you touch me again
I swear, I will distribute poems again
Everywhere around.
[1]Hayat Saif (b. 1942) First book of poems ‘Santrashet Sahabash was published in 198