Saturday, June 28, 2014

I stopped searching for light as I got used to darkness

For my Friend Hassan Ali Shirazi

every morbid minute
every scandalous
second every horrid
hour ..held me captive
deathless .. my life
from one station
to the next station
of the cross in abysmal
mess ..i was a wanderer
who lost his own address
was it my dead mother
in an angels dress
not white pitch black
her silhouette i tried
to caress ,, she whispered
hold on for a while
dont get stressed
in the womb of
my misfortune
you were blessed
the heart is a stalker
lives and destroys
its own nest ..

i heard a whimper
in my chest ,,

the mind is a devils
workshop even at rest