Uzma Showkat

By the madness, when it possesses him, much like the vicious night, when it trespasses the dying hours of light.  By the madness, when it possesses him, much like the firewater, when it entrenches him in euphoria.  I’ve seen only love, in his fury or serenity, and by my eyes, that see no difference in the two,  I confess I love you  ❤️

​ She lived in my mind like a bee..  Her muffled hums being loudly heard, she must have carved some hexagons inside and stocked them all with the aromatic brew of her love.  It now flows through my nerves as I feel her infused in my circulation, she remoulds me into an abstract genre of her art such that I no longer can say, if she’s my art or am I hers ! 

​ She cut me open Tore me apart  Left my ecstasy exposed  And unfurled all my desires  She’s something of a magic herself 🖤

شریک   ہم   تب   بھی   تھے   جب   حیاتی   نہ   تھی نہ   ہم،   نہ   ہستی   کہیں   موجود   ہما   ری   تھی بجز   اِک   نام   کے   ،   در   لوح   محفوظ،     جو   آپ     کے   نام   کا   ہمسایہ   تھا،   محظوظ۔   Transliteration:  Shareeqham tab bhi thay, jab hayati na thi. Na ham, na hasti kahin mu’jood hamari thi,  Bajuz ek naam ke, dar lauh e mehfooz, Jo aap ke naam ka hamsaaya tha, mahzooz

​ What’s the gift of life,  more than abstruse surprise ? Where to look for bliss, What frenzy is this ?  What is right and wrong, Where do we all belong ? You call me the blessed ummah,  Bestowed with the book and Sunnah ! But how can the lines unwind, When my eyes are blind ? A bit of misery, a tinge of ecstasy  Life as is, besieged by perplexity  25/11/2022