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In the summer noon,

Like a winter night,

A silence,

A hush prevails.

The doves’ cooing,

A meditative still;

Time slackens,

Planted in stirrups.

The world heeds its heart,

Hearing judgment on death and life.

A smile imbues the air

Like someone hears the Rabab in sleep.

And I alone

Lost in thought

Set out in search

Of my longing

A lost,

Helpless

Sojourner

Wandering

Lying on the ground,

I tread the sky.

I too have lent my heart an ear,

To find some purpose or scheme to life;

Some cause for pain and death,

And the grain of my conscious in eternity.

Lost in the ocean

Of how and why;

Wine in the cup

And in the wine,

In the red book,

From the mosque’s niche,

For death and life

I seek a link.

In mute

Silence

I

Seek the sitar’s plucking

And rhythm’s rules;

In surrounding colors

And blue niches

I seek the answer to my life.

I’m mad, I truly am –

I seek Plato in wine;

When I turn my gaze to myself,

Death,

Nothingness

Is all I see.

I’m mad, I’m mad indeed;

I seek life in death’s gaze.

In the summer noon,

Like a winter night,

A silence,

A hush prevails.

Far away

A grain

Of light

A star?

Or a distant desert fire

Tells me

In tiny sparkles

The hill is steep

But a track leads over the top.

What

If life

Is a lost

Conscious

Moment

It has a lasting

Lover.

My heart, are you fooling yourself or me?

How easily you ease out of this hassle!

O, my deceptive heart,

How you engross and please me,

But I will not hear you,

Or I’ll be lost,

And really

Go mad;

Drown

In black waters of anguish

Where I’m still afloat;

Lose myself in dark fears.

Here I burn in my own flames

Turning to dust in life,

Sinking in my own blood.

In the summer noon,

Like a winter night,

A silence,

A hush prevails.

Far away

A grain

Of light

A star, or a distant desert fire

Tells me in tiny sparkles –

The hill is steep, but a track leads over the top.

What if life is a lost conscious moment

It has a lasting lover.