Owl’s Eyes Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Steps are written on stones
Written asunder
Putrefied, fat dropping
A walker’s wish.

Silence overwhelmed
Wrapped under:

Am I audible
On the grasses’ path
I am in no hurry
Bringing,
Joining dots of owl’s eyes.

On a sea of mud
House wives’ dreamt
Awake, rising
To a promising life, a sub-urban
Habitation.

Starless, moonless
The afternoon’s grey
Is the night’s color.

A whole bunch of a sharp weed
Pulled, from prayer mat, to pick
A tooth. A recline on a rolled over
Woolen bistro rug.

Under every stone
Hidden, there is
Killed time.

I will bring you an hour glass
Of colored sand,
The only living moment.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
October 30,2013.

Owl perched at a tree branch at night, by Wing-Chi Poon @ Wikimedia Commons