Your lips

Your lips

A red rose

Soft with dew

As the petals tremble

I am vulnerable

 

I long to feel

The flames

Of their touch

Even if offered

With thorns

Of rejection

 

In those flames

I wish to hide myself

Eventually burn

Myself

 

And disappear

 

Into the world

Of mystical

Ecstasy

~Rashid Abbasi

Man of Success

Her last message was not goodbye.
It was like, “you are a nice guy…
but after a certain age,
a woman
can only love
a man of success.”
Next morning he was riding his bike very fast.
Wind with the loud howl was creeping inside
through unbuttoned part of his shirt.
The dark clouds in the horizon were giving a false impression
of a mountain range at the unreachable end.
All of a sudden it was raining.
Rain did not spare any part of his body.
He got himself a cappuccino in a nearby mall.
While supplying warm sips to his solitude,
he was only feeling thankful
that nature
is not
yet
aware
of the fact
that
he
is not
a man

of

success.

~Rashid Abbasi