The Window I came Across With

The ravens in the sky, the abstractness of their flight

The clouds in my head, it's dark I cannot hide. 

Why though life standstill?

Unlike the yellow saree swinging to and fro

Clinging to its marline. 

Rather resembles the minars of the Mosque. 

The minars that do not glide. 

How though life stand still?

When the lights blink, winds flow

The birds play and the stars glow?

Is it exclusive of the world we belong?

Or perhaps it doesn't exist 

Like Hassan and Amir didn't. 

The engrossing moonlight ruptures the heart 

Of the lover, vulnerable but opiate. 

Vulnerable but opiate. 

The tranquility of this passing world

Sows its elements in the sky, on its earth and down. 

Wearies the window I came across with. 

Tenders the window I came across with.