Zephyrus and Me
At the usual time
Of the midnight hour,
When Zephyrus gave company
And played me the lyre,
I felt there silence
Where I've been for long,
Where screams accompanied
Of the fake illusion thoughts,
It's time when i feel the touch;
The direction where anemoi flows,
Earlier what i felt as a stream
Of a hot wave or a chilling breeze,
It's time when i am right here
Sitting in the hallway of universe,
Where i don't go out of me
To bring in what's not mine,
I am here in reality once again
Where it leads and exists,
Listening to the Zephyrus' lyre
Rattling the leaves tenderly.
© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015
Of the midnight hour,
When Zephyrus gave company
And played me the lyre,
I felt there silence
Where I've been for long,
Where screams accompanied
Of the fake illusion thoughts,
It's time when i feel the touch;
The direction where anemoi flows,
Earlier what i felt as a stream
Of a hot wave or a chilling breeze,
It's time when i am right here
Sitting in the hallway of universe,
Where i don't go out of me
To bring in what's not mine,
I am here in reality once again
Where it leads and exists,
Listening to the Zephyrus' lyre
Rattling the leaves tenderly.
© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015
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