REVERBERATE
When
The autumn leaves
Shrugged from poplar
Kissed the earth
Making that strange sound
Deep in my soul
Reverberated your voice
That you kept
Buried here
Last autumn
The dreary autumn
YOUR FACE
Icicles
Hanging from eyelids
Stifle my sight
Haze my vision
Till I feel
In nostalgic blur
Your radiant face
That melts away
Everything apart
SILENCE
It is still a dot
This silence
When it will spread
In the midst of night
Songs of theophany
Will be scribed
On the canvas of silence
( Mann Gulamay Qamaram Gairi Qamar Haech Ma guft )
RANDOM
In oyster’s womb
When silence weaves
Threads of darkness
Out of impossible
Universe is born
CATHARSIS
Was it a spark
Or a vicious tear drop
That escaped my eyes
Touched my shroud
And burned down
Me, myself and my shroud
Amir Suhail Wani is a freelance columnist with bachelors in Electrical Engineering and a student of comparative studies with special interests in Iqbaliyat & mystic thought.
