Feathers Of Memories

Last night my slumber didn't come to this cage Restless I was, strolled and looked through haze Unwinked eyes with calm breeze till crimson red Waited the bird to come and put me in my bed | Zephyr tapped me, in a way as she used to tap Since then eyes blinded and took no sleep no nap Now I am half alive n’ half dead with no taste of life I lost the marvel, before interval: Bahar, my Wife II Seen, time has ran beneath my foot and over my head Fate an aerofoil flew high, beyond my thought n’ lead She was the body and I was the wing, an attached hinge With the colour of life, with the heavens lovely tinge II3I I know that the world is a beautiful with many mazes Me, inside the one, beyond my imagination with images O my dear slumber! Come eternally and put me in peace Before the dusk with the musk before decay with hiss I4I O my Lord, I prithee! Unfreeze me before me to freeze Abiding all the rules and pact and with heavens lease If at all to depart then why there is a chaos and hitch Life has became a cliché, I suck the thought like a leech I5I Although this is the beautiful world which you made Yet I couldn’t beautify the world with thy virtue: the shade Every one talk about peace: tree, air, river, birds animal, mountain Still we are far to understand, the peace which we contain I6I We all know that the heaven reside within us Still we have many walls with stupendous fuss What mind and heart and thought we all keep? What we? With Lost vision and beautiful eyes deep I7I Purification of SOUL, did we all not talk! And we worship Body needs no spiritualism but food to foster soul to ship A ship can’t sail on the ocean with a hole at the bottom So the body can’t sail with soul, if we think it’s a phantom I8I But an useless imagination, a night without morning Without sun for warm and light we are merely burning The faith, the humanity and the garden: the earth None spared, all are suffering, since their birth I9I Why to worry that my sufferings are not predestined! Knew, not only sorrow but happiness is also destined On my path before the wrath, will I walk on thorns only? As fire became flower to Abraham so thorn to me, solely |10I