If

If life were a curtainwould you hide with mebehind the dark folds,away from red-eyed you? If life were a deskwould you help meput away my fears,in the deepest drawer? If life were a classroomwould you expect meto solve wiselyall the difficult questions? If life were realwould you try me,as each day you do,for every mistake? If life were my ownWould you grudge meeven that bit,what…

She

She believes it was trust That brought her here. To this life of nightly horrors When the world seems to stand still And gaze at her desecration. She fell in love one day, The love when all else becomes just a chimera. They sought a world of their own, So she set off with him. He disappeared in the darkness With a bagful of riches.…

Desires

I am tired, My being, haggard, worn, needs solace. Despite the passion Of those fingers, That make every pore Sing for more, My soul cries out, Wailing Woefully, For release. I am defenceless, My body, open, Responsive, wants satiation. Despite the fervour Of your love, Which leaves me longing Craving for peace, My soul sulks away Wilting Willingly, Until freedom. By Rabab Khan