Stay Close. A Poem by Rehan Qayoom

 
Stay close to me
My killer, my cherished, stay close
The moment the night crawls
The black night crawls having drunk the blood of the heavens
Carrying a musk balm, carrying a diamond lancet
Arrives mourning laughing, singing
Arrives clinking the crimson anklets of pain
The moment when hearts drowned in bosoms
Begin searching the path of hands hidden in sleeves
In Anticipation
And the regression of wine too like children-sobbing
When the peevish agitated ocean doesn’t divert when diverted
When no precept is made when made
When nothing goes
The moment night crawls
The moment the dwindling, dreary, night crawls
Stay close
My killer, my cherished stay close to me

 
After Faiz
 
 
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Rehan Qayoom is a poet of English and Urdu, editor, translator and archivist, educated at Birkbeck College, University of London. He has featured in numerous literary publications and performed his work internationally. He has published 2 books of poetry and several works of prose.
 
 
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