Worlds Of Wanderers Poem by Irfan Bashir

Words are worlds of wanderers;
Waning wishes, his or hers.
Time is but an apprentice
Learning lessons- silence in noise.

Through my travailing ears I hear
The nocturnal heralds of hazy peril,
Then with my weary withered eyes,
I see the oceans drowning skies.

I sauntered the deserts of scorching sands
With club and cryptic cubes in hands;
Skewered and shuddered the green less land,
Espying for eons to end an errand.

A realm through a portal I found
Where once, dainties and devils dwelled appeased.
Only to return with a broken might
When a shattered fairytale besieged my sight.