By Ali Ashhar
(Twitter: @AliAshhar11
Instagram: @ali_ashhar1)
Soulful Voice
I sit beneath the sky
on a midsummer night
aside the brook
aloof from the turbulence
and cacophonies I try to evade
there is a voice that lies
beneath the layers of my soul
that speaks to me the loudest
it communicates with me
and overrules thousand emotions
rippling through the waves of times
it comes ashore
it comes home
I sing mellifluously
the melodies of silence
under the grim sky
I sing mellifluously
the melodies of silence
under the grim sky.
Evasion
From the rattles of world
I try to find refugee
in the solitude of my soul
I evade getting touched by
the harsh winter
that chases me
my heart seeks
a warm vibrant spring
amidst the freezing ghettoes
lucent dreams carves
a hazy arc
from the horizon of yesterday
I remember a
different version of myself
through the summer boulevard
I try to get away from my present
on a quest to get back to my past
but the cycle goes on….
and so does the life.
Lanes
On a midsummer night
I stand
on the balcony stargazing.
I ramble through
the lanes of memories thither,
I breathe in your aroma
as the horizon manifests
the shards of your name
a lucent flashback
trails amidst the
enswathing zephyr
of erstwhile tenderness;
a shot in the dark
of faded environ
like that shooting star
from our cupid sky.
About The Author:
Ali Ashhar is a poet, short story writer and columnist. He is the author of poetry collection, Mirror of Emotions. His works appear in Indian Review, The Raven Review, Bosphorus Review of Books, among others.
You can follow Ali on Twitter: @AliAshhar11
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