Illusory Car Poem by Reza Raza

Nobody is there around
Blue water, blue night alone
In sleep dreams of-
Rare clouds fly in steam carts
Cold flow in the veins of the neuron
At night the illusory runner goes on with bag on the shoulder.

Groaning of air brings star-bloomed flower
A distant whistle blows.

Whose summons, whose departure, whose calling?
A swarm of wind buzzing in the neurons
Someone goes, someone comes
Come and go, come and go
With Spooky headlights, an illusory car runs.