Shameela Yoosuf Ali
Shackled are my hands by Thousand and one chains
Invisible and obscure...
Dreams dwell behind the bars of a prison
Discolored and crouched...
Burdened spirit of mine is no more the abode of tranquility
My eyes could glare but fences and hurdles...
Forbidden are the melodies of daffodils fondling in the breeze
And the smell of coffee beans bruised in the crusher…
My breathing is coarse and foreign
Heeding the footsteps of the soul treading out from the core.
Out of the blue…
Unlocked was a chamber within me
Right away I set eyes on the world through that hole
Beneath my dreams was the sky boundless and stretched out
And the soul returned to the core, so serene and tranquil.
2011.09.05
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