Today, I’m a picture, shifting out of place,
A puff & a prayer, yet I still find myself with no frame.
The silence that follows an Adhan; a purge of heavy sins; a heart
Hungry for freedom; the fate of a man’s faith. Soon, the
Sun will once again smile, such mockery.
Some thoughts will thaw, flow, make a pool
Of a cosmos of feelings. others will freeze, a chore for the next morning. this
Is how it happens, how I survive, how I live, how I thrive; a stretch
Into reality & happiness still stands, a bow and an arrow
Waiting for me to shoot.