The sinking of fowl pride from the throat, once flowed from the lips, as the presence peered out of the gently closed eyes, O’ elegance infuse in catatonic bewilderment, follow the glittering beam which flies towards the radiant face, humming harmonious breeze invite the twilight, O’ scented dawn kindling from womb of dark night, lit up the dark alleyway of life, melodies of the heavenly sphere dancing in the rose bush, O’ soft silk strokes of unmotivated ecstasy, kiss the sovereign vulnerability of the soul, luminescent celestial sky of saffron, showering the sacred rain of bliss, In the house of purity, in the silence of joy reverence bow down to the mystery of thy grace ………Awareness

By Bakhtiar Ahmed