Old Twisted Branches, Flying Ash Flakes

Old Twisted branches,
Flying ash flakes,
I chose them,
For my eyes to follow,

At this place,
With everything and nothing,
I stand where wind blows and words fly,

Dare to see continuously the sun,
In eyes of the faces and places forbidden,

Don't follow it known of nothing,
Don't just go through just because it's said to do,

If it's there all dusty, it's meant to be seen,
Better see it today,
What may be sticked to face tomorrow,

See whatever passes listen to what it says,
Go beyond into unseen unknown,
Watching Old twisted branches,
Flying ash flakes.

© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015