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The Best of dreams to Dream


Sa'al asked Ilm 

What is the best of dreams to dream

To live a vagabond or die young

Unchaste or pure like an unborn 

To aim, and aim for glorious heights 

In pursuit of a world made Elixer of life

Nay, replied Sa'al, this is too individualistic

selfish and void


Again asked was Ilm

What is the best of dreams to dream 

To desire for a life of relentless pursuits

Of fame, glory and recognition

Of wealth, health and wisdom

To seek for enlightenment and climb

the distance where no one is present

Nay, Sa'al said, this is too self serving

claims no lust of aspiration


Ilm retried to answer

What is the best of dreams to dream

To love someone till the heaven shine

To dissolve like the fire of hell 

To burn and don't give way to burning 

And survive the long harrowing of separation

Nay, this is too damp, redundant and fragile


Sa'al opened up now,

for Ilm was shut out of answers

What is the best of dreams to dream 

the Earth spoke to me, said he

To dream of life as a vagabond and to die young

To dream of unchastity and find way 

in the pursuit of glory and wisdom

To dream of fall and rise in the whirlwind of Love

To stand against the line 

and embrace the singularity

To dream the best of dreams is to dream of oneself

taking shape in the multitude 

of haphazard existence



~Nafis Haider



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Prachalit

On what remains forever

The dying rays of light People suffer and forever suffer, In the vast expanse of the universe amidst the multitude of life In the veracity of multifarious colours among the reds of love and the yellows of joy With the pinkish shy  and the peaceful white Black forever lies.  In the blooming heart lies hidden the curse of the Sisyphus For the sheikhs and the mullahs and Brahmins of the Ved here walks together,  Rabies and the monks of modernity and traditional to take the place of Prometheus In the courageous smiles deep seated are the sighs, The sighs of life lived and a life not realised Of all the expectations  and forgotten dreams  diluting themselves in the blowing wind Suffering exist and Suffering remains against the tides of space and time Over the throne of brave Hercules, rules the pain of Nemean Lion, Beyond the joy of Helen and the Prince the terror of Melelaus occilates One minute past,  and the flicker of light gone But amidst the dazzling light of laughter, the dark abyss