"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like I just couldn't wait" --B.Decatoria

Gnostics seek  knowledge
And action together
They observe first
Then they learn

Salt-of-the lips.
You never know, how it hurts
the bigotry.

It was not the might
of divinity, when you sentence
the child for blasphemy.

I would not kiss the―
stone, where the blood stained
the sun. Grey halo was collapsing.

It was the helplessness
of the river, accepting the guilt
of sunken boat.

Again I recite your name
in sleep. The sting was as cruel
as the tongue.

Don't leave today's task
For tomorrow

کار امروزو به فردا ننداز

There are lots
Of dark clouds
In the sky
Snow and ice thawing
At all levels
And a flock
Of crows

Swirling around the testimony
Are my words with a hundred meanings
                             Evoking
                          Retaliating
                            Repelling
The customs set
And the laws enforced

Words that may not render wisdom
But support the sense of speech within

Hindering with the grammar
So the thoughts can flow raw

Words that cut through
And seeps to infuse with the red messenger
Of all those who breathe
And all who take decisions

Phrases that ,when set alone
Can bring mass to a cause
Can dwindle the roots of a humongous

But these are only chain of thoughts
Which may never be able to have a voice
As hundreds of such voices persist

It's just a cascade of thoughts
Of a city with a lone inhabitant
              My dreamville