Anarchy Across Eyelids
by Aamir Aziz

Would last so short, I knew not

When a sudden gloat annulled my teeming youth

And buried under mud

The adolescent contours of my mind.

A veiled face with mere eyes uncouched

Revealed upon me

A perverse public insistence on hide and resign

And to condemn the natural against the prevalent.

While for me that was a precise pilgrimage

To the anarchic but quiet lands

Where words revealed and words concealed,

Where suppressed and unrequited emotions sought asylum

That one moment

Dwarfed the gist of clerics' vociferous sermons

And invigorated my vision

To witness forbidden aspects and clues

And sailed me across fluffy robes of restraint

Exposing her flawed mimicry of an alien soul

Whom she opted at the expen! se of her own self.

A stir terminated our converse through stares

And subdued two objective souls

To rot in their gray heavens of chastity, once more.

You may call this love, lust, lechery or insanity

But this would ever remain unquenched

Had that face been bare and naked,

Since suspense and mystery carve beauty jointly.