Stars coffined in mysterious space evade
The fleshy epic of time suspended in void
Burning in the grand furnace of light
Weltering in the endless storms of fire
Aching silence
Region of inadvertency
Cloistered wonder
The hyaline drops sealed in mind
Seeking for melody of words
The mind wakes and begins to hunt
Messages of stars and calls it thought
Reason that crutches to rationality
Is the blind owl
That hoots in the dark
Hell is the yell of guilty time
Lost in transition of expanding darkness…….
I do not know if it is time to pause
Or time for action or inaction
Before stillness hidden in the heart of time!
And if it is
And if it is not
And if the curved fingers
Begin to serve as baits
At the end of light waves
To fish for life in bits
Swirling in bits of memories
How can we be sure of nothing!
The hired chariots of senses move
To join the queue of hunters
Trying to capture future
That has nor blood nor bones
Bury the spades of thought
In the wilderness of the desert
Where stars shine in the sand
The universe is in search of happiness
Listen to the sounds that birds make
The ticking clock has ruptured the mind
Don’t confuse it with the soft pounding of heart.
Mahmood Pervez Alam
Syllables of Life 