The Sky Or My Reflection?
The sky above me is blank
and it's empty!
It's not like the beautiful sky
that saw me
over the waterworks
beyond the fields
The sky
that merged into the water
and created a vaccuum in space
towards the left side of the bridge.
and for a moment,
ended the differences between the mighty heavens and the lowly earth
and for a moment,
made me feel the unity,
the being and the nothingness.
It's not like that dark starry sheet
that mesmerized me on the mountains,
and made me wonder
about the infinite galaxies
that might be staring back at us,
and made me forget the swirling road
in front of me,
and made me happy.
Its not like that womb of the virgin moon
that covered the ocean,
that transcended into the web of my thought
and very nearly inspired me to drown.
This sky, however, is blank
and dusty
and it seems to fade away
into an unknown oblivion.
It seems to have lost its reason to live.
It seems to be dejected, miserable.
...or maybe its me.
My eyes, that see it so!
Perhaps it is me
I have never been this gloomy
That night when the sky
was bright
with beautifully lit stars,
infinite shiny scars,
we had walked by the shore
tracing an infinte bewildering pattern
in the plains high above in space
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poem by Waqas Naeem
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