In Quiet Moments! Poem by sophia hayyat

In my quiet moments
I used to stroll deep into empty thoughts.
Where wind at times
Wild, impatient
Struck against me
Whispering tales untold.
I used to wonder at columnimbus clouds
Hovering at my head.
What lies beyond those puffy clouds
Maintaining privacy of internity...
Are there the worlds of mysteries,
I heard in childhood?
The ideal fairyland of purity and integrity
Or... conflicts.
I used to probe,
Got nothing but ever increasing intriguing questions?

In my quiet moments,
Still wind slashes against my face
With hidden sky,
Keeping up privacy.
But gone are the empty thoughts,
Pricking questions...
Archives filled with answers
So obviouis and so shoking
Splitting hair every second.
Illusions and Hallucinations permeating all along so knowingly.
Still, I was unaware
knitting false stories.
My thoughts filled with realisation;
Realisation of eternal truth
Aloof sky, babling winds
Making no sense but...
To allure attention from ever increasing complexity of heart and brain.
The world of wonder has been squeezed and locked within.
Key engulped He Himself.
I explore and experince and absorb to grasp the world.
Every coming man revealing the truth,
The answer
Hiding his own one.

In my quiet yet noisy moments,
I don't look but feeel the stupidity of explicite futility.
In my dreamy quiet moments,
I am again ready to get lost.