Time in anger, like flurry flies. <br />Imply and signal unfair cries. <br /> <br />Days seethe in a burning glare. <br />Krystal nacht for the corning ware. <br /> <br />Late night vigil lasso throws, <br />in a murky game fantasy flows. <br /> <br />Rooted nature, imagined stretch. <br />Games and flames make a wretch. <br /> <br />Samurai’s sword and letters mix, <br />In tangled web, unseemly nicks. <br /> <br />Weighty words like wonton bricks. <br />in laid out lines that fetters fix. <br /> <br />Silent invisible beauteous words. <br />Wayward flap like off track birds. <br /> <br />Lost path on the way to tricks. <br />At wits end and counting clicks. <br /> <br />Inching up of green tone bars. <br />Stirring hiccups, burning chars. <br /> <br />Streaming bits from luxuriant shade, <br />on blazing dunes like skewers laid. <br /> <br />Safely watch from afar the feats, <br />i an infant at the muse’s teats. <br /> <br />Endless feverish yet goes on? <br />To zealous love, a sentinel pawn! <br /> <br /> <br />(Islamabad) <br />(Aug 08,2009) <br />** <br />inspired by a poem written by Ejaz Khan...sometime back<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/click-mania-at-the-muse-s-teat-100th-poem/
