Resonates
How do I write anew when my story is outdated,
Misplaced in thought, forgetting in folds,
After which, forgetting once more,
As I descended the steps of the sky,
Stirring the celebs,
Tugging the moon nearer to Earth’s embrace,
My apparel, enfolding me,
Was shining with moonlight,
The solar stood behind me, smiling,
As I paused westward, eastward, north, south,
I used to be starting to stroll on the ocean,
Wave upon wave…
Then a wave paused in my hand,
As we speak, I acknowledge that hand,
Which, like a mirror of my very own hand’s picture,
Had develop into a mirrored image in my hand,
Life! We had mentioned to one another
Faceless, formless existence,
Strolling with grace,
Unfolding into new types,
Rising from the indigo sea
To unfold on the inexperienced carpet of the earth,
You had mentioned…
I turned a flower,
Your praises adorned my petals,
And we whispered into Adam’s ear,
Turning into the essence of Earth,
This and one thing extra
That I overlook,
Are the marks on my DNA,
Of my recollections,
Simply look and inform,
What ingredient
I’ve been blended in,
Uncover the sunshine
That radiates from inside me,
Discover out,
This gentle that blazes inside you too,
Know that,
It’s the hearth burning from inside,
It’s the return of these starry souls
That resonates
All through this planet!
Azra Mughal