Poems by- Sajid Hussain

The stranger

Hunting season for hardiest traveler ,
Searching frolic tang of glint of baffled eyes,
In the landscape deems the acme of beauty,
In a labyrinth an open concept in an entrance,
Giving a view of a stranger features under spotlight,
The cadenced crunch of marching feet,
As fire cackles cozily with glazing,
Dirt smears in brushed wrappers of reputed disposition,
Impulsive spectacle with logical measures,
In a realistic portrayal with raw composition,
Rashly over rates ravenous eagerness,
With reddening dawn refreshing novelty,
Pulsating a life with prophetic vision,
Proud destiny of mine meets a princely courtesy,
In garb of nomadic life in front of me,
In numbed stillness with noteworthy friendship,
Native neighbouring mist splits a flash,
Drones of her reflection dose me of intoxication,
Nebulous uncertainty with nameless fear,
In nascent cycles appear and disappear,
Noiseless reverie in an overnight scene,
Displays for observant eyes of mine,
Long patient endurance of my perennial charm,
Sees that majesty in her petrified smile.

Out Of Dimension

Fragging off some broken branches,

Dead leaves fallen against autumn’s cadence,

Flickering dark shadows of coming evening,

Disappearing of lush bushy all around,

An earthy stench of decomposing of leaves,

Rough cracked ridges of trees barks,

Sun heated earth on uneven ground,

while walking near a spider web,

Desolated some debris touched by feet,

Seeking all turned around in a forest,

Losing one’s sense of direction of destination,

Chased by some roars of predators,

On back feeling some luggage of journey,

In vision only same stagnant pool of water,

Wood smoke is increasing by near fire,

Sliding across down while from a hill,

Scratching at legs and arms,

Eventide is approaching with falling of snow,

The wind is pushing back my endeavour,

Hard to walk on wet gross with sweet,

Tangles and grabs under feet twist a ankle,

Mentally unstable having strange noises,

Sitting tired on an edging rock for entire location,

In a light faded climate with dark patches,

Establishing conflict of moods of echoes against dimension,

Snails clung clumps of droplets of thoughts,

Crashing out all sights surrounding populate me.

In Search Of A Gesture

Still in secret around me a gesture,

Unveiling it identity tries to appear before me,

Conflict of will in complexity of life,

Commands to wit to deal with cogency of arguments,

In the background caprice of inclination,

Becomes causes of solicitude while I am in interest,

In mirror bulk of every one I see,

Shallow dense fantasm of a fallow closely,

Burden of proof demands where is that gesture,

Which reflection surrounds the shadow of unknown ,

Dark night is waiting for me for sleep,

Up to now chain of evidence searching in chaos,

To wipe off all confusions what have my desire,

Cloaks of longings change their hues,

Brooding emotion with bond of alliance,

Gathers assumption of brow of expectation,

Accumulations of age is still waiting accretion of time.