Where eyes hear the unseen voices

As the sun kept burning high atop
There stood no cloud, no star in sky
Here Gray winged pigeons kept shedding water
Under waterfall above the concrete ground

Here laid an ocean for them to swim
Under blistering heat of aftershot gun
Which burned the feathers up to the bones
Which made nights feared of entering sun

Bathing and dancing until the time
Embracing freedom from thoughts of encounters
Absorbing the belief that time does comes
When a moment purifies the stains of a life

Here's a realm amidst silent contemplation
Where neither thoughts nor senses bother
Where flight is set to the unknown destination
Where eyes hear the unseen voices.


© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015