This long voyage in the mirror hath brought
a dream back home;
that I have come to this impasse,
a feeling of cold numbness passes o'er
my head, that imagery imbrogilo,
my diminished sense of being,
paint'd upon the unfathomable sky
of seven heavens; and of all that you know, I know,
can never be; except in words to mesmerise
the Albatross on wings,
thirty birds along this tablet of Simurgh:
each day anew, our Majesty's voice,
far more by the pen is writ ashore,
than if hand in hand together
we'd those walks by the sea,
are tweaked and twirled in rhyme with the tide,
but before the line is dry in white surfing angels
for sake of love's pinnacle,
the colour of this world fades away by night,
by day bestowed be more light;
for he who loves thee best will bring us near the sun.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Saturday, February 02,2013 1: 57: 41 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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