Khushbu Villa And The Pen Poem by Reza Raza

Its affluent but -
Its hands beckon
Exquisite rose of the retina-
Like the call of the beloved
Infinite delusional forest;
It's the splendid Khushbu Villa-
With her sprouted youth-
The endless majesty.


Avoiding the noise of evening
With flying random hair
You absent minded are returning -
In the cheeks of the night -
Floating all day long-
As if the Pen returning home.



I live at the Panthaghat-
By Illusory boat I cross
The mirage of delusion
On your way back-
In the light darkness
The enchanted curve stares at,
Khushbu Villa - full of delusion
As if the attraction of delusion's shadow.