A Realm of Glows

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             A Realm of Glows

 

What a misery! The life’s full of care,

Always chased by horrors and scare,

A mind embattled, aye timid and sly,

World were the viper, a moan, a sigh.

 

And incarcerated in the fragile frame,

The Curator’s there, bearing no name,

A scuffle goes, self and non-self ‘twixt,

Mirage or the reality, the muse twist?

 

Stealing into the core, one driving force,

Needs an earthy bowl, to run the course,

To diversities tricked, where reasons fail,

Going Inebriate with the soft glow of ale!

 

Why’s the Infinite within narrow bounds?

A whisper remote, to the melody sounds,

An awful dependence on temporal needs,

The image or reflection, my heart bleeds?

 

Probing deeper, ‘twert a world of its own,

Soaring beyond skies, to realms unknown,

Infinite spans squeezed, to lightning flash,

An endless enormity, my pain and a slash.

 

 

 

On an unmarked slate, an image will emerge,

Variegation on itself, the variegations verge,

In the bustling void; here time runs timeless,

Awe and calm, melody and songs rhyme-less.

 

Aye ‘twert as imperceptible as were grief,

Where sighs are squeezed to imbibe relief,

Whose glimpse we perceived, and got lost!

In His splendour; ever outdone and aghast!

 

An unseen finger, secrets writ and scrambled,

Heart pounding wild, a stir then it’d rambled!

In dust with tame-less wings, why should I lie?

Evoked from a crevice, I’d spanned beyond sky!

 

A wind from the east, whispered into my ears,

The message unto my heart, to allay the fears,

The spout of fountain; wherefrom spirit flows;

Silently unfettered, to invisible realm of glows! 

 



By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, November 29, 2025

 

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