You are in the center of a storm
in the middle of a virtual dorm
no roof over your head
hardly anything left unsaid
nowhere to go
in a dazzling limelight show
heart keeps beating
its throb repeating
your soul keeps yearning
the candle slowly burning
much resonates empty
And then a whispered senti!
like a lost far off echo
yet exotic like a gecko
clung to branches of life's tree
to fan colors in a florid spree
your mind keeps searching
your soul lurching
until right to that moment
intensity itself shall foment
rain...thunder...wash off grief
float forth a cherished relief
stride on, until the sun shows face
to show the way in a slowing race
Until your clothes dry
you whisper a muted sigh
No more hiding, roam
your soul finds a way back home
you choose to put forth your hands
To hold lovingly those ties and bands
Look up in the air and say
Oh! Allah you gave me this special day

Original,
13th Oct,2k12,
Islamabad.

saadat tahir

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