Sleepless Verses

Tongue-tied
Stand I
In the hope of sailing away
by the swollen waves
to those shores of semi-shut doors
Where I have to wait no more

For the affirming eyes,
For the sacred poise of caressing hands,
For the sourly-sweet voice;
For the world
Where pawn dies to rescue the king
In the game of chess
Which never belonged to him

For those bonds,
for those songs
Which bloomed among thousand scratches of
a disloyal mirror___
a chapter of timeless errors.

May tonight the dust of stars
Flushes out the tomorrow’s dawn
As my arms long to embrace
and lips yearn to pour a kiss
upon my self-loathing verses
Like me
they too have not slept for nights

Paras Ali/ 2018