Journey to Home
Journey to Home
O this tricky abode, of scuffles and fight,
A calm alert, wary of glamor and its light,
Ere the breeze of dawn, might pass away
To the alley of fairy land, ah aptly astray!
The muse soars, but fettered was my life,
I walked pensive; amid calls of liberty rife,
Folk beside a mighty stream, of tricky foe,
The tide of trickery oft’ high, ah rarely low.
A mystic spark, surpass a twinkling star,
Stealthily in a closet, I mused very afar,
Soft murmurs’ echo, my lyre shall pipe,
A word writ on slate, where the Scribe?
Memories of past, my heart won’t shred,
Days turned nights, in darkness I’ve bled,
Visage’s pale, talking slurred, O the twain,
On the altar of love, senseless I were slain.
Orbs and earth’s glamor, won’t seize my eye,
No charted paths for me, but one above sky,
True to my bondage, shan’t slacken my pace,
My forsaken abode, I shall step in with grace.
By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, December 2, 2025
Comments
Post a Comment