a stranger speaks my words...

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nikama

Age: 49
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Location:
rawalpindi, Pakistan

Come Bulleh,lets go some place

Where everyone is blind

And no one cares for cast and creed

And no one seems to mind

You

And I a child following

You to the farthest reach

Of sunlight,and beneath

Moon washed skies

Across wet acres of night

Till the last star is snuffed

Never tiring;not a word

Do I say and you too

Determined not to speak

Though it be

An eternity of silence

Between us

Someone dances in the street

Claps his hands and stamps his feet

While I stand by the way and fret

There goes a thieving wretch

I listen

To the wind and your

Bare fett on the road

And the thrill of your skin

Tight stretched across

Its frame of bones

As it fronts the wind

Scriptures crumble in my hands

Sacred seals break,words are dust

I worship neither wood nor stone

Nor gods,save those that die like us

But I lose myself

Slowly in the rustle

Of timeless,endless rain

A rattle bag upon my back

With scraps and strings and fossil beads

I dance and my bones akindle

The king of swindlers swindle

And a stranger walks about

Aimless in my clothes

His shirt front torn

A stranger who utters

My very own words,walks

The very same way

With the limp and drag I have

Someone shuffles down the street

Pulls his shawl about him tight

He shivers as I see perplexed

And vanishes in the night

Tell me,I say

As shadows whisper

Back and forth

My words tossed

On the winds cold breath

Tell me,I say

And grainy darkness

Fills up vacant spaces

Who am I

And who are you

A thief within

Myself from self disjunct

Stranger who am I?

A stranger wanders in my clothes

A stranger speaks my words

Posted 29 Dec 2005

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