Midnight Rain Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I woke up to the midnight rain
Freed from hourly time,
Sequences and relations.

I woke up to the rooster’s call
A clouded perfect silence,
As if the existence
Hath taken a deep breath.

I woke up to the flying
Candles from the expanse,
Of my breast
Towards grey skies.

I woke up to my steps
On the roof-tops,
Looking for the lost moons.

I woke up from a dream
Awaiting my execution,
Seeing my face the last time
In a mirror.

I woke up to the thought
That how I would
Look on death,
And how I wear grace.

I woke up to the water
Bucket steaming in heat,
The patient renewal on the rise.

I woke up to the morning
Birds leaving nests,
Singing advent of the spring.

And I woke up to the fragrant
Rose, washed grass
And vines hanging on the walls.

I woke up to a certain belief,
To a long wait
And the struggling noise of life.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 18,2015.