Faithless Tonight

Tonight the sky is barren again

shamed to unveil its naked soul
the broken rosary beads
are spread like an unsung prayer

Tonight the galaxy is shallower
Than the ocean, faith is promiscuous

And the truth an orphan again
And a tumultuous heart, reluctant to untie
Silken threads of the divine promise

Tonight before the deep slumber, awaits
a longing for the pristine light
to fill the unlit corners, again

The Silent Chinar

Beneath the burnt Chinar leaves
the blood has dried up,
a carpet of dark brown
has soaked the dark earth

A frozen emotion, flows
like a poisoned river in its veins

Shriveled and helpless
stands the martyr of history

A frail witness to the fury
and vicissitudes of time
and people

Hiding the scars inflicted,
its sorrowwithin the hollowness inside

The benevolent shade, tries to spread
to the field of yellow white flowers
where the wasted stars of the night
lay buried below