where the northern sky
falls in the piquant blazes of the east.
The clouds are meandering along the massif,
to hold a railing silence in the air...
I am standing at a distance
watching the massacre of a masonary,
crippling with the prosaic poses of the dawn
The sight is the same
only a heart has altered the vision
A passion has slept to somber existence
in the bleak valleys
of maiming genesis.
I wonder if I would see you
in these mirrors again
Amidst the separation of day and night
Lying above the ghastly moons
beneath the scarce dimension
of coercing suns
in railing silences...
until two wandering shadows
vanish as one.
© 2015 Sara Sarwar Riaz