Urdu Poetry

He was provoked, pushed into trap
The jealousy blinded otherwise sharp mind of poet
His wife, his flower kissed by some low life , not that
The thinking, the irrational response got better over

The blood swirled in the continuous flow
The eyes curtailed by the foggy introspection
Mistaking silver shining of the snowflakes for sunshine
Whole life appeared been mistake, rhetorical question

The poet faded into near death coma
Spitting the words , last words for the future generations
Confessing to the lady Muse, i was the soldier of the poetry
In fact remaining soldier of the love..the death claimed him

by Margaret Gudkov

by Margaret Gudkov

by Margaret Gudkov

Wish you were here
Hearing music of the rain, playing our souls
The unison of drumbeats or rather the heartbeats
Just the melody, no words in this nature's song

Wish you were here
Walking in the park with me under leaves whispers
Whatever whispers all about, we'll never comprehend
The wind, he understands, dancing the stately menuet

Wish you were here
Lift me in your arms, carrying to the bridal chambers
Lay in the palatial bed,making love between the silky sheets
Ignoring rooster's early bid to wake us from nirvana

by Margaret Gudkov
art by George Hendrik Breitner

Don't think you need the special place to talk to
The nature could be your cathedral, decorated with the trees
The altar could be sky , adorned with the clouds whiteness
Singing of the birds akin to angels, rehearsing for the evening service

Here I stay under the ancient music of the leaves
Shaking with the every movement of wind for centuries, maybe
Opening my soul in the revealing monologue for His ears only
Sometime ago another human stood right on this spot, who knows
Begging for forgiveness, asking, testing patience

Lord, let me pray
I do not do it often, but now i feel the need to talk to
The smell of candles, burning in the dark,the saints glaring from the Walls with the sad expressions, juxtaposing all in somber mood
It's better be between the grass and flowers, the air picking up the words, no walls, no buildings , just me and you

by Margaret Gudkov