When my ashes

Danced with Jhelum eddies

Over the ladder of straws

I climbed to skies

My madness scattered

On the canvas of silence

To translate my noise

Into the poetry of wrinkles

The wrinkling of canvas

Threaded memories

Weaved hope bridges

And I carried on

From subtle yesterday

Into sublime tomorrow

Frozen eternity

Melted under shame

When I chanted

Your name

On beads of time

The straw of your thoughts

Stirred up my soul

In the ocean of calm

A tornado was born

Sinking shores

Tossing waves

The boat of life

Floating on tears

 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.