Calibrate Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Heal, calibrate-
My darkened hands
Awash in dew drop
My thoughts run
The wild,
Harness the avalanches
Given up to storms.

To a medallious precision
Calibrate
Until losing is in thin air.

All bodily afflictions
Spiritual arrays
Rituals now and then,
The suspended air's mist
Stillness of birth
The thing is nothing
Even nothing itself fizzle.

Speechless, thoughtless -
As the mountain clad in snow
Or as a leaf that moves not.
Just Naught.

Gilgit
October 24,2014.