! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! The Face [for My Nee] Poem by Rehan Hyder

I have captured it in an invincible fort of a teardrop
A face like shifting sand
Moving and taking shape
Of named and yet to be dibbed desires
A face averaged out on catwalk
Of my dazzling city lights
A face that connects to limbs and flesh
That holds no challenge to
Limbs and flesh that becomes
Iliad, Taj Mahal or a war
It’s the face, the uneven lunar surface
Where light from suns of my eyes
spread evenly, divinely leaving me
Gasping fro breath, grasping for desires’
Mindless spread