Monday, May 22, 2017

THE PERSIAN SYMPHONY

Friday, May 19, 2017

tempus vitae





Kay Hassan

Propelled by the God's lantern
 to fly  the power of life -where
Neither a single giant soul
Nor an earthly  beast, 
except the things  beyond my ken, 
 Was supposed to reside the cold-
 Of Everest.
"There is no deer  around, little hunter,"the whisper  said
Before, suddenly, within the scope of the horizon,
On the milky snow of the height 
 I glimpsed with my rifle
 in the wild cold-  a grandeur deer - on run,
Followed by a streak of  magnificent,
Spotted tigers, approaching His loins,
Here and there; with giant gaping jaws  and
Thrusting paws , everywhere around Him  ,
And behind Him.
He was racing His destiny at a full swing  ,
Fighting back with His splendid
Fatal symmetry –
of the velvet covered-Andouiller- (Antler.)
(Against the Tigers' dispute.)*
Haunting the sky like a thousand Albatros
And making the noise in the scale of a giant city,
He flew, through the  untrodden,
  storm-troubled   downhill  trails
 And ran above  the sliding  avalanches –
 And down on His way -The Deer,
 crossed a million barriers and rocks,
 traps, strongholds and tree stalk, 
following the lead of His instinct
He tripped and-
Fell down from a cliff to cliff
 Rolling down
 On the harshest landscape of the planet,   
And like an experienced  charismatic leader,
 manoeuvred for a thousand narrow escapes of  death,
counting on my clumsily assembled statue    
and conflicts amidst
  the ambush* fellows over the first bite.

In such a wild waste-land
Where still Heaven’s  glory sprawled .
He ran with wet eyes and fog of breath,  
where  steps rhymed  like a sacred bell.
 And as the power of will shone
More lustrous than the thunder of arms. 
I screamed. 'O Glory of the sky,
 within the triple murderers'  hearts.'
(The Tigers, Himalaya and myself.)
I felt the scene with a horrible  shame.
But keen to watch the deer's spring and
 Tigers' ambush's attack-at once
“Have any royal-Tiger Horses.
 witnessed  such a  deer stalking rivalry.”
 He is jumping from the edge- of the world-
Over the hermits' suicide cliff.
"God must have made
 out  of the mountain's snow
 a river in the spring -
streaming down the valley,
to flow  on the paradise cushion'
said the first hermit I met.
"Enlighten me,  blessed one," I shouted.                                                                                                       ' May, someday, in the same season
the ocean's tsunami hit the height,
And take the heart of Himalaya apart ' He added.
There was no extra  moment to ask him-- 
The Tigers scrutinised the flying-
Deer in shock, and like we do
for the  glowing gods
 They held for him a highest regard.,
And came to prompt halt

 We stayed, as much as we could
 hands on the hilt, and paw on heart,
 Until the Deer rested on the stream
 He swam  to where  He was out of reach,
On the other bank of the river,
He lingered across the untouched meadow, and 
Turned back  His head without regret
And stared high from afar;
 Docilely in sorrow, for us
He saw the ambush* crumbled to lone wolves 
Each  through a gloomy trail,
was running up with no interest  in
 Their syndicate, anymore.

They had already started the climb.
Though everyone  was  gone
Idlest I was  amid the boundless  rage,
With my arm next to the sage.
Playing the dedicated pillar of the tale.  
Weaving, in shame,  a new twist,
 and brewing a universal  storm in heart
Where the death ceases to have intellect.   
And Thy court ran out of verdict.

The End   


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* The symmetry- in William Blake's Tyger. (Tiger.)
*Ambush-streak = Group of tigers.   



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