You'll Not Understand This Poem

You’ll never understand this poem

Even though every line of it

Is written only for you

As darkness puts all the colors to sleep

I stand in my colorless balcony

Cut a paper queen out of moon

Spin white thread from moonlight

Dye it deep red

With my own blood

To weave a colorful dress

For the poor night

My blood runs through every constellation

This galaxy has my heart at its center

I call out your name to invoke mine

I can spell your name countless times

Anywhere on the night sky

The roughness of the mountains

Bear likeness to my pain

I climb them all

And find myself alone

The cries of my longing echoes everywhere

I paint a lonely picture of myself

As someone who reflects on life

At the edge of the death

I can craft a flying vehicle out of clouds

I can fashion a city out of desert

I can make animals talk in two languages

I can color the whole sky red forever

It’s not magic

It’s not illusion

It’s all about belief

But you won’t understand

I can only make one see

But one has to see with no eyes

Forbidden Journey

This is the hour of reckoning

Wings are not strong

But the desire to fly is intense

The sky has no milestone

No path is marked up there

No signboard hangs from stars

It’s only hope that has more than two eyes

And more than one heart

Eyes married to heart

The hands of despair are already cut

Sadness is only a dying beggar

Darkness is an overstaying guest no more

The light of your home is my destiny

Moonlight hides the secret map

I have stared countless moons

The key is not revealed yet

The mystery of the journey is more mystical

Than the journey itself

But I have to remain focused

I can’t lose my way

The snarled roads of fate

Are often poisoned by vicious failures

I must not stop though

I’ll keep moving ahead

Till all the cracks of my skin

On my frail body

Are filled by dewdrops of hope

And forbidden wisdom

Silence

There is silence in my wardrobe

I wear it every day to work

I watch everyone

Everything

Silently

People

Roads

Traffic

Rains

And then I listen to my thoughts

There is too much noise inside

I pour few thoughts in a teacup

Sip

It’s hot or cold

Depending on the time

I take out few more cloths

From my wardrobe

To muffle the noise inside me

Wearing few more layers of silence

I rush out to the balcony in panic

The tree in front of my house

Is home to many birds

It relaxes me to know

That at least someone is home

I watch the night come over

I make a cigarette out of stars

And use moon as my ashtray

By morning it’s all ashes

My thoughts calm down

I fall asleep

On the silent pillow of the dawn

Dreaming of silence meanwhile

One day I know

Dreams come true

Silence shall take me away forever.

Seeing

It’s not what you see

It’s how you see

A guitar

A sitar

A violin

Is otherwise nothing

But a piece of polished wood

With stretched metal wires on it

A sunset is just a sunset

A rainbow is only a rainbow

But it’s not what I see in her

It’s how I see her

That changes everything

What is Literature?

It’s the distance

Between

Your lips

And

My lips

What all the literature is

Meeting of our lips

Is the end

Of all the words

Of all the literatures

In Treatment

I let myself be cured

Every day

By the faintest hope

I see in people

It’s like when I see an autumn tree

It reminds me of all the springs

That it bore

The fallen leaves of happiness

Quietly give place to new hope of life

I let myself be cured

Every day

By the strangest secrets

People confide in me

It’s like finding a map

Of an ancient treasure

Ready to be explored and found

But never to be owned

I let myself be cured

Every day

Of all that I couldn't cure myself

The truth is

I am not the one who treats

I am the one in treatment

Nature

No one knocks on open doors

Neither do they close on their own

Spiders don’t fly

Neither do sparrows spin webs

It’s in one’s nature that one does

I love you

Not for any other reason