"Universe of Butterfly Wings"

The galloping sand screams defiance
while it faces the sun
Same does the dusk
It licks from the Holy Grail
droplets of blood
Spilled by the soldier moon;
The traces of whose martyrdom has been removed
If the horizon emanates a holy musk
Why the dusk gasps out of thirst?
Though this wilderness belongs to my heart
Still this station of comets
This place of You my friend
Is not my own, is not my home

Shadow less, ruptured and speared by the wounds of memory
I have walked for miles on the colonies of termite
Fallen to the parched dust
Lost my self
To win you my love
Yet your street’s doorway promise me no dreams
I know not whether You are a conjurer
Or I have mastered Your spell
Hung between words and silence
I walk to an unknown zone
This place of You my friend
Is not my own, is not my home

Cloaked by the downpour and cuddled by the cotton twilight
Quiver our nerves, shiver our flesh.
My fellow Humans!!!
Our roof built of butterfly wings and cottage of straws
Look alike
We all burn to ashes our blood-seeped-stains
to hide ourselves from the nocturnal eye
of this beautiful universe
Yet I am to Them
and They are to me unfamiliar
I know not this curtain of strangeness would I ever breach?
To my destination would I ever reach?
I walk to an unknown zone
This place my friend
Is not my own, is not my home

Paras Ali/2018