Ali.A.Naqvi
Saqiseeker
Saqi, the cup bearer, brings you pure drink, the essence of love and the nectar of life. In the mystic poetry of Sufi Saints one finds a yearning for the Saqi. This figure has been part of my relationship with poetry and is the questing guide for what is to come. This website is dedicated to my poetic work and my writings. Original content on this website is considered copyright and under DMCA or relevant regulation where infringement occurs.
Monday, 24 June 2013
Fifteen Shabaan
Ali.A.Naqvi
Saturday, 13 October 2012
The Fade
Saturday, 7 July 2012
Beyond
These folds of
Listen to Sadiq
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
I want that day, that unexpected night,
by Ali Naqvi
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Of An Old Hurt.
I stood; a bit too quick.
Pain lanced through.
She saw the slight tick.
A hint of worry, I knew.
The wrench leaves marks,
Though I stood braced
Biting down the spasm’s arch
Setting a square face.
She carries prophesy enough to see.
She has wirespools enough of memory.
I will not add to these even if she had wanted.
We live better for things unsaid.
By Ali.A.Naqvi
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Habits
“When I go, you’ll remember these things.”
She’s laughing now, at me,
As I did, in response to her fuss,
But that line is lingering now
While she potters about, in her way.
I watch, knowing I will remember these things
When I try to pull her presence
Out of the colours around me.
No one can build me up
Because she’s done that, always.
But I’ll be like the hulked up tower
Looming into the dour night
Crumbling and caving to the rot
When she’s no long there
To hold up the walls.
By Ali. A. Naqvi
Ten
She calls it the murderous ten,
The years from sixty to seventy
When her friends begin to fall
And she feels herself gnarling up.
She calls in constant prayer
For time to see her duties done.
I call it the murderous ten
If she goes, it may murder me.
By Ali.A.Naqvi