Ecstasy: A Montage of Poems and Short Stories - Suleman Nasir (top 100 novels .txt) 📗

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Seattle

Washington, USA

  

 

Dedication

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To friends who kept aflame the divine mischievous spark in me.

Preface

 

 

Heartbreaks, failures and other disappointing facets of life can be demolishing as well as evolving experiences. They push some into the dark somber abysses of agony and take air out of their sails, and elevate some to a degree, where they find true meaning of life and joy in self-love. We all go through numerous undesirable episodes in our lives at some point. By the dint of experiences of same sort, I turned to writing, for it manifested as a source of pleasure and catharsis for me. The only reason this book is named ‘Ecstasy’ is because writing and poetry are my outlets of happiness and my treasure trove of ecstasy. What you are holding in your hand is the collection of my initial works. I shall conclude my message with fingers crossed that I shall live up to the expectations of the readers.

 

 

Suleman Nasir

Dera Ismail Khan,

 Pakistan.

Poems

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Poems

1. Love Came Down and Rescued Me

 

Speak, I, the protagonist of my story,

Speak, I, the antagonist of my story,

 

Stand, I, on the stage of life,

about to chronicle, the tale of my life,

 

Ask, I, for naught, but ears of my audience,

heed and you receive the gems of percipience,

 

Opened, I, my eyes in the lap of a fairy,

mother was her name, as I came to savvy,

 

Prospered, I, in the shade of an angel’s wings,

father was his name, as I came to fathom,

 

Stepped, I, in my prime, and trouble ushered in,

slipped out of my mind, the purpose of my being,

 

Altered, I, into a deserter,

wandering, puzzled, in the wilderness of ignorance,

 

Transitioned, I, into a prisoner,

chained within the walls of desires,

 

 

 

Resembled, I, a prince in exile,

banished from the throne of virtue,

 

Mired, was I, in the quagmire of sins,

the more I stirred, in depth I plunged,

 

Fell, I, on my knees, tired,

my chest, hollow of peace, empty of hope,

 

Then,

Witnessed, I, which I did not envisage,

 received, I, a gift undeserved,

 

Revived, I, in the pouring rain of His lenience,

harkened, I, to the author of all existence,

Said He, “What is it that has deluded you from your generous maker?

verily, it is in my remembrance, do hearts gain peace”,

 

Blind was I that all this time,

His light hovered, which I did not see,

 

Thus, praise be to Lord, and praise be to His love,

that poured down, and rescued me.

 

2. The Lamenting Sky

 

Why is it that birds are chirping in bliss?

 

Why is it, that withering trees are rejuvenated green with jubilance?

 

Why is it, that soil has incurred a felicitous scent?

 

Why is it that bleak mists have dissolved?

 

Why is it, that every earthborn is dancing with glee?

 

 

O lamenting sky!

 

What joy, has your pouring tears invoked upon God’s green earth?

 

Why is it, that solely I, harbor empathy for you?

 

For you and I, share the same grief of longing,

 

 You, O sky, yearn for sun’s glow, and I, for my lover’s face.

 

 

3. A Hymn for the Earth

 

 

What song of praise should I sing for you?

Nominated were you, as Adam’s home,

 

What homage should I pay to your nurturing feats?

You slake flora’s thirst, roots when pierced in your chest,

 

What eulogy should I write for your vigilance?

How beautifully you harbor, precious aqua below your dermis,

 

 

 

How could I oppugn your motherly instincts?

Alike a mother, you nourish your progenies with your blood,

 

How could I negate your fatherly affection?

You peck my feet, when ambled on your belly,

 

How could I gloss over your loyalty?

You embrace breathless cadavers of your demised children,

 

Why should I not wail upon your ill-fate, O bleeding earth?

Ruination you received, for your meek generosity.

4. A Tale of Forbidden Love

 

Hark and behold, the poignant tale of an Angel,

Lost she, her heart to the Prince of Darkness,

 

There she Spoke:

“O you, who reigns on the throne of shadows,

Within your rayless soul, let me be sheathed,

Enrobe me with your black feathery wings,

Fill me with chaos, and rive my halo,

 Let be fused,

 the son of darkness,

with the daughter of light.”

 

 Said, the demon:

“Have you seen as one?

the dark of the night and light of the day?

The longer you dance with me,

The longer you lurk in hell,

 

Let not your skin, be grazed with mine,

 will scorch you to ashes, the flames of my sins.”  

5. Two Bodies, One Soul

 

Breathes not a bond, so blessed and pure,

As dwells between a man, and his wife,

 

It is not solely union of two bodies, but fusion of two souls,

Fore-ordained by the maker, on heaven’s scrolls,

 

Engendered are both, from the same cloth,

Unendurable for them, is to stay apart,

 

Thus devised God, the marriage of two sexes,

 To shoulder