Inscribed In Stormlight Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Fog drifts through the city.
Lightning fractures silence.
Thunder speaks in tongues.

Clouds split open—
a wild deluge.
Cars rush not toward a place
but away from fear.

Voices break,
scattering against the stones
of catastrophe.

And yet—
I sit in solitude,
drinking light with music,
breathing the secret fragrance
borne on the dawn breeze.

I write verses,
thoughts falling like rain,
revelations flaring
from the hidden chamber
where silence dwells.

The skies dissolve—
vapors of the sea
transfigured to rain
to water eye-fields.
What was concealed
descends at last.

Quietly,
without ceremony,
each verse etches itself
into the stone-sheets of my heart,
where storm and stillness
speak the same name
Hu! Hu! Hu! .