Written Under The Cold Sky Of Moonless Nights Of Ending Feburary Poem by MOHAMMAD HAFIZ GANIE

I wrote, exactly what i thought
Under my skin, the universe
I found myself, ending
To that universe, but still something

Breaking like bones, painless
Left cold, poor tendon
Dear wonder, i may think about
Longings for ever, but forever

Hidden above, but not exactly
The things different, bright other side
Laid back to the grass, the mud so soft
Grow beside my ears, felt the embrace

I felt asleep within myself
The things clear, without eyes
This far I've come, without myself
A home with everything, in nothing

Chromatic illusion, my illness
Waste of hardship, my dead nerves
My face, energetically difficult lie
My corruption, a predestined failure

-Mohammad Hafiz Ganie