Do you remember those times?
When gateway of memories marries the cloudy storm
When death is pleasurable than living blood
And tears is tastier than coconut sugar
Do you remember the toss of wind?
That passes through the desert dream
I want to climb high, but feet fray fiery furrows
It’s my joy to smile jars of strength, but moon mourns the welkin
Plumes of honor burnt along the terrace of naked streets
Broken china of hope on slippery lines of pleasant dreams.
Inclement rain drenched the last costly attires
And sun refuses to minister on pulpit of sensation
Even the erected house of refuge crumbled unnoticeably
Solitary grave is enviable than this beautiful journey
For I will rather play with rotten bones than this healthy flesh
It is not in our uttermost aim to twist hands moving on dialect
But timing is useless in the underneath darkness of musing mind
It is not our agendum to break the lens of binoculars
But even the beggars-blind know the topography of missing map.
Let light breaks through the thick wall of deceitfulness
This is our surviving meals but why are you hiding it from us?
You can’t tell me to keep quiet when I still have my tongue
I don’t know why they are hailing you with so many sirens
When there are noticeable potholes of disarray on this land
How can our freedoms lie in these protruding belliesof few?
When there are critical jiggers that can painstakingly dig to the emetic
It is better to drink from well of awareness than tap of vagueness
The coming of our peace is the timeless rotation of the second coming.
Let the trumpet of war be blown on this rocky foundation
At the end of every fight there is a new partitioning principle
Is this how our children will also fetch water into perforated drum?
When their mates will be controlling the movement of the wind
This soiled flag can still billows the breeze regardless of garment of servitude
Even if we go to the moon, the flame of our stigma will pollute the space
I will rather sleep on this stony pillow to conceive the distance revelation
For we can only divert the flow of waters; we can’t stop its real essence.