Author: Ayub Khawar

In the Absence of God

Reading Time: 2 minutesAn intense live poem by Ayub, exclusively for Different Truths. It was the secret you told me, I had faith in it too, That your heart is a trustee of the delicate mystery, You told that He always Breathes in us, Sees to us, Listens to us, And He is the bystander, He is the […]

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Another Verse between Me and My Poem

Reading Time: 2 minutesAmidst harsh cruelty and metaphors of violence, the poet, and his poem are split apart, in this verse by Ayub, exclusively for Different Truths.   In the yellow muddled morn, Thinking of waking up, From the green sleep, To place the bowl of dream, At the threshold of sun The day breaks, Then I leave […]

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A Night in Grief

Reading Time: 1 minuteEmptiness, meaninglessness, loss, and darkness are all pervasive in this verse, by Ayub, for Different Truths.  Nothing is there, The mirror, the moon, the decanter, All are empty, The page of heart has lost reverence of the words And meanings like a throne Of a condemned emperor, My existence suspends in the span of time,   […]

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I have to do a Lot of Chores

Reading Time: 2 minutesAn inward-looking, poignant verse, by Ayub, for Different Truths.  Someone plucked out my lashes, And twisted them into a cord, Then fastened my dreams, With the same cord, And imprisoned, Into the dark cell of my own torso.   Nothing is perceptible in blackness, But a glow resembling a drop of blood, In the twinkle […]

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Let the Heart of Dream be Revealed

Reading Time: 1 minuteAn evocative love poem by Ayub, in Different Truths. Let the heart of dream be revealed, Just as drunkenness reveals upon The quivering lashes of the eyes sunken in love, As in the shut books, Possibility of a rose to bloom reveals, As to the finger-tips, reveals taste Of the virgin touch of love.   […]

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When did you Love?

Reading Time: 2 minutesAn intense love poem by Ayub, in Different Truths. (1) When did you love me? My soul! It was I, Who loved you? Your gray fragrance Is knotted with my silky desire Theses knots slip From the pores of my phalanges But doesn’t unite. They may unfasten If the magic of your cold silence breaks, […]

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A Day on the Caucasus till the Next Morn

Reading Time: 1 minuteA love poem by Ayub, in the tradition of the Romantics, in Different Truths   How I have escaped From the illusions of her lips! On her grayish eyebrows Were throbs of the untold mystery? In the depth of her eyes Blossomed pleasures of seven colours, On the right cheek of her was a reverent […]

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