Firdaus
Where footsteps have never yet made sound, And yet everybody is forever on moving ground, Where hands have never yet known the meaning of touch, And yet reality is the only thing completely out of touch. Where every word has
Where footsteps have never yet made sound, And yet everybody is forever on moving ground, Where hands have never yet known the meaning of touch, And yet reality is the only thing completely out of touch. Where every word has
Not long after monsoon bid its last droplet goodbye, Uninvited, unexpectedly, you happened to come by, Looking out for someone, who definitely wasn’t me, Politely reminding me, to not bother, just let you be. But time is a trickster, so
For that moment, I really believed everything fell silent, Or maybe, the engrossing moment made my ears feel absent, Because, once the spell broke, the world echoed with its sound, As if in celebration, of this fantasy that came to
For a second, all seems quiet in this primeval forest, But only a second, silence is something they all detest, Each to itself, noise is their only music, their only protest, For, asking for understanding, is too formidable a request.
The morning breaks out into a clear blue sky, And you decide, today is the day, to give it a try, So you begin, to prepare a schedule, fix the time, By the time it’s done, the clock strikes noontime.