![]() A Million Voices within your mindA Poem by Waqas Rabbani
War and famine
were a million voices within your heart writhing and twisting within the dark heavenly drops of sorrow's dew splashed upon a withered brow as i watched from afar tempests of global concern trying to see through the rubble and destruction while the aged machination, brings rueful choking submlimely twisting the dagger in humanity's side my uncaring silence makes them bleed outward and they color my hand red no regard for the dead sometime there is silence for the inhumanity of it to lead the human soul down dark paths, question why makes me want to be a farmer to make some sense, in creation evisceration needs balance in the global scheme of things i think of dew drops on leaves it calms my soul even through tempests rage and sunlight glinting off a car mirror looks like a sniper lens in a distant land taking aim at someone who does not deserve to bleed on shattered stone in ruin and desolation caterpillars without suits don't lie like some caterpillars in suits who live only to eat perhaps they don't know they can't remain that way forever change affects us all the mighty and the small perhaps in differing magnitude big rocks make big ripples but they also sink faster i let this darkness coil the clickety clack of the keys the sublime ruins in the halls of my mind, unvisited by my waking being How sad is it i only put pen to paper to breathe but i lie, it's not paper i write on see how prodigiously i lie it's because i can't share rows and rows of wooden boards diagonally spaced in darkness have you ever seen something so random yet so profound i can see each detail in perfection why are secrets revealed in madness is the normal brain not meant to comprehend the grand plans of creation © 2014 Waqas RabbaniFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on August 7, 2014 Last Updated on August 7, 2014 Author![]() Waqas RabbaniKarachi, Sindh, PakistanAboutAn Open Book on a Slab of Stone a wind that walks between the eaves and turns the pages of my life the sands of time they slowly fall i know me much and not at all. more..Writing
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