The pleasurable cup brims. <br />Oh! Just sips around its rims. <br />Leaping flames reek consumption. <br />The plundered soul seeks redemption. <br />The horse unbridled, on to rasp. <br />Tethered wretchedly by a fraying hasp. <br />The strong current of the river a coax. <br />Hidden truths! A veritable hoax? <br />The distant chorus at the pew. <br />Heard alas by the ascetic few. <br />The here and now reigns supreme. <br />Profound the share of yon extreme. <br />Soul ripped in commotion. <br />Ah! the demotion. <br />Soul and being cross sword in strife, <br />as Illusion sucks the nectar of life. <br />Overwhelmed and rife <br />Spiked sonata of the sublime fife. <br />What resided in the niches of my heart? <br />Treachery of me; to my consort. <br />I am only so much man. <br />Nothing I know of the larger plan. <br /> <br />(Islamabad) , <br />(May 07,2009)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conundrums-heat-of-the-moment/
