Featured image by Mumtaz Hussain
WHISPERS OF ABSTRACTION
The door within the wall,
Optical symbols in shadows cast,
Poetry of liquid words,
In a dance of whispered sighs.
Through that portal, we discern,
Small pictures on a staged canvas,
Painting dreams with artistry,
The actors left unseen.
Time’s embrace, a fleeting waltz,
A tapestry of life abstractly spun,
Yet in the hush of soul’s respite,
Eternal echoes gently fade away.
THE SEOND COMING OF EVE
In the tranquil pauses between breaths,
resonates a silent anthem,
echoing through history’s corridors.
It is the voice of women,
not a call to arms,
but a gentle yet resolute whisper that
reverberates through the ages.
A tapestry of femininity woven with threads
of courage, resilience and unyielding determination
in the face of past injustices.
The emergence of our modern Eve
heralds a new era,
cultivating her garden with a heart brimming
in stories of triumph over
adversity and liberation from societal constraints.
With each stride forward,
she uplifts her
sisters, harmonizing their voices
in a symphony of empowerment.
TELOS
Two evening lovers’ echoes
In you forgotten dreams
And memories of essence.
Touch wordlessly in a greater optimism.
Waves of summer morn
Under a cloudless sky
With flickering lights of desire.
Turning like a dancer alone on the stage of life
The collapsing leaves turn
After their first death and sleep
In the place of forgotten Gods.
