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Mohammad Zahid: Two poems



The Journey


Tell me where I am

that mirror has lost its sheen

for I can no longer see my face

in your eyes; the paths that swerve

from your eyes to your heart

are no longer visible, I fear

I might get lost if I tread

into the wilderness of your cosmic bosom.

Speak a word

for there is no sound

holding which I could plod

in this pitch darkness

lest I am lured away

by the deafening soliloquies.

As time ebbs away,

you’ll have to wait for me;

strange, isn’t it,

the journey I’ve embarked on

in search of you

has taken me quite far from you.



Skyscrapers


My head has turned into a sextant

adjusting the angle of sight

between an unseen base

and the towering top

while counting the dot shaped windows


At night the light beams

pierce into darkness

from these dot shaped windows

some windows mimic the stars

some, the comets, for they too

have a tail of phosphorescent glow


Inside, the days and nights have lost

their identity; they are just camouflaged

like each other

nights, bright like the day

and days, dark like the nights

and those who breathe inside

some how forget to live


Outside on the vertical heights,

some seeds from the bird droppings

germinate into tender seedlings

that grow watching the sun, set and rise

feeling the drops of rain roll over their skin

and somehow, remember to live





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