In Wanders Itself Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I open the screen of the darkness
Like a canvas it unrolls down the easel
From the corner in the groove on the silence
Rivers had not heard nor seas proclaimed
Deep the well in oasis from bright
Sun had been as slow in yelling
For the moon in the folds of the night
I meet you on the milky way carrying dew
On the green leaf with dandelions
The brush stokes deep in indigo

Heavy drops of rain is the glaze
Not to subdue but enhance the effect
On the top of the leaves the wind blows
In the distant darkness as I count
Moments of my fall to eternity one day
I accepted the creed of the moral
Belief in what ever is said in holiness
For faith I have the vision of tomorrow
The nothing makes me live more intense
Of prayers said and on my face poured

Why so lament the distance from thy love
Endowed with powers of right and now
Your heart shall in niche burst in tears
Longer separation shall when seize all
Closer to my eyes let me breathe my breath
As warmed by the heat of your cheek
Was it my choosing to be human not a bird
The bird of humdered colors of heaven
I had guessed the soul has the answer
I saw the soul is in wanders itself
11/9/2009

From: The Groove