A dove with purple feathers <br />And a dark line around the neck <br />Is caught in a net. A ram handcuffed. <br />A white car is held in robots above <br />The earth. There is no loss otherwise. <br /> <br />Looking for a woman <br />The cubist's eyes were too <br />Apparent and the lips were made <br />Too red. There was a disintegrating woman, <br />Which was too expressive and damned. <br />Like a simple country music, <br />Bland sans all complexity. <br /> <br />This woman was actually not there <br />Nameless, she existed in lines. <br />The intensity of projecting a complex <br />Terribly harsh countenance, <br />Of someone who even does not know <br />What all this is about. <br /> <br />To be conscious or not to be conscious? <br />Will it make a difference. <br />No, if all are unconscious, or all conscious. <br />If some unconscious and others conscious? <br />This makes a difference. <br /> <br />We talked about a surrealist master of dreams, <br />This afternoon. <br /> <br />Sadiqullah Khan <br />Peshawar <br />October 17,2012 <br /> <br /> <br />Salvador Dali-The ram<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-afternoon-4/
