The Only Home Of The Last Nomad

I am not weaker than your words

I am not stronger than your tears

This pain is like a broken cage

I’m used to it long enough

To run from it anymore

The world is a nightmare

I move to the other side

Of the mirror inside me

I leave my decrepit body behind

I am the nomad of mirrors now

Travelling from image to image

Without much of the memories

To leave behind

Your cities are full of rumors

You bought a mirror last night

I exist in the illusion

Of your reality now

I’m in search of your mirror

The only home of the last nomad

To my treasure hunter

Hunt me

My treasure-hunter

Hunt me

Like an ancient mystery

Hold me

Like an old magical map

In your bewitching eyes

Mark me

Every wrinkle

Each curve

With your fingers

Like an ancient sailor

And define my future course

Discover me

Like an unknown island

Name me

At your whim

Populate me

With your words and feelings

And if ever

You fall in love with me

Hide the treasure

Lose the map

Forget all marks

Burn your ship

Be lost on the island

And never be found

From a stone-pelter to a stone-cutter

From a stone-pelter to a stone-cutter

I lived through many lives

I died many deaths

I travelled all the deserts of my past

I climbed all the mountains of my pain

I rested too many souls in the soil

How far shall I bleed?

How far?

Except my dull twin eyes

Those deep brown dirty ones

Smeared with dust of time

I have no more stones left

Take them if you want

My hands are empty

Take them now

From a stone-pelter to a stone-cutter

Alas!

No more stones are left

Yet

No more stones are lost

Prayer

Dear God,

I'm waiting till...

My love becomes a hug
My wish becomes a fact
My prayer becomes a smile
My belief becomes reality...

It's not going good...

My love is empty
My wish is a dream
My prayer is just another poem
My belief is nothing but madness...

Truly yours
Muzammil Karim

P.S. I am missing you badly :( :'( :(

Whirling smoke

I burn like a cigarette

Between your smoky lips

I die

Between your deft fingers

I enter your soul

And take your shape

Inside you

I become you

And then I come out

I become the air you breathe

I color everything grey

I dance around you

In perfect circles

Like one self-defying Sufi

Rising high in your love

Nothing remains same after

I change everything

Your taste

Your smell

Your eyes

Your words

Your thoughts

Dripping bit by bit

 From the tip of your cigarette

I lay dead on the ashtray of time

I don’t regret

My whole life is spent