ﺩﺷﺖ ﺗﻨﮩﺎﺋﯽ ﻣﻴﮟ، ﺍﮮ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺟﮩﺎﻥ ﻟﺮﺯﺍﮞ ﮨﻴﮟ
ﺗﻴﺮﯼ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﻛﮯ ﺳﺎﻳﮯ۔ ﺗﺮﮮ ﮨﻮﻧﻄﻮﮞ ﻛﮯ ﺳﺮﺍﺏ
“In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quiver
shadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.” – Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Hope, as it echoes, smokes eternity
Like a ripe volcano. A cascade of
Pyroclastic inhibition – Speed is
Beauty – Falling like a chiffon curtain
Veil. Where two lovers are indistinct but
United at dusk; where my answers are:
Reflectionless desire. Impressive
Versatility; I smoke it behind
A mask – Venetian in design.
I smoke hope cigarettes with speed, calming
Ripened nerves to ropes in a graveyard where
Lovers are united in smoke curls.