Heat of Pearls and Other Poems

By Naveed Siddiqui

Heat of Pearls

I do not know, if I saved anything for you and I tonight 
everything slipped, falling away, dripping from my palms,
those restless dreams now flow in orbits, alongside streams, 
walking among ocean beds, so immense, so are in its charms.

Look at the stones, once collected, now leave from my scars,
few I return to ocean, and few found its’ place in my heart,
and what is it that erupts in my veins.? O’ my blood! 
I could feel, but cannot perceive, its pearls allure in heat…..

Losing Yourself, a Privilege

Let me and you reverse all possible situations, and
let us place all the answers before every question.!

I, shall place my nights before every morning, 
and you make the moon rise instead of the sun

Among deep silence, my lips hang fire, and search,
you let your ears wander and eyes reach for whisper

If that’s the way, I shall hear first, before you could say,
let O’ soul you think first, and I shall perceive and gather 

If it’s always the heartbeat that keeps us up at night,
let souls call our names, while we lose ourselves in mist

Breathing among these scattered stories, broken thoughts, 
I know my love, magical nights and evenings doesn’t exist 
 
In my unchartered voyages, now I sail to unknown islands
and when I’ll lose myself to far oceans, there shall be no one

But when I am gone, tell this to far oceans, ‘I sit at the center 
of my realm’, 
I will return all its shells and pearls, if at all it comes 
searching me, and to none…..

Unknown

Perhaps, this is how 
it seem as if in some form…..
a salty moon light, and
rays shake-out its foam,
a floating pebble in river
hands its imagination to roam,
a few drops of water stood 
dry, thirsty at its shoreline

Perhaps, it’s in the hand of 
endless emptiness, transpire
a witness of nothingness
quietly fell upon well of silence 
a statue formed of sand, its
gravels crush its existence

Perhaps, a world that is, 
known to me doesn’t exist
Do I know well, Am I,
aware when flute resist
time, moments, years melt 
in red wine river that’s holiest 
And in that moment of ure,
Can you just hold my hand
walk me away, all empty,  
Take me far and close gently
to your island that’s sketchy…..

Naveed Siddiqui’s literary works have been approved and published in Likeness magazine, British Columbia, Province of Canada, and has written several articles published in newspapers back home country, and few in magazines/ journals in Canada.