A SAD AND TEARFULL DAM OF RIVER...........

MOVING MOSAIC OF MY MINDLESS HEART........

Mirror breaks when falls on the ground,
It makes images that resemble your sad heart,
Many drops have been made, slapping on the splash, if
I know you have been captivated for ages here,
Would have bent you from the last lane and turn to top gear,
Your flow got so slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat, it makes me to push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart…

Brush and paint are merely slaves of minded curator,
You don’t need a direction to sculpt the minaret of moderator,
Coz you have power of gathering courage of weak,
And make it up in the sky to the eyeing peak,
Its guilt to see you so stagnant here like there, where?
Should I break the walls and release you, and I blink,
Your flow got slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat; it makes me push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart….

A boat makes a winning triumph in you to move,
If I were you I would never make it to prove,
That it has that strain in its body to buoy,
Resist my inflicting power with such a harmless joy,
I clinch my teeth, and they make a churning sound of anger,
Making a scratch on it, I roll my head and feel a cold finger,
On my dark circles as if they are getting wetter and wetter,
Your flow got slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat; it makes me push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart….

Still so blue you are, still possess the blueness of the sky,
If it is donating you blood by its vermin vein which can fly,
Are these your companions, if I am not wrong in the air?
Making a singing vocal to your slowing and dying fair,
One of them comes and sits with me on my jacket’s collar,
Humming it sadly giving me news of the coming summer in my ear,
It says you will be dead for months, and then for a year,
What will happen to us, what about me, had any fear,
I strike the wall, and holding tight my loose hair,
Your flow got slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat; it makes me push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart….

It isn't true that I was a maestro that founded you, or discovered,
It was you that had shown me the art of getting surrendered,
I was so (like?) you by the last past years and you were in me,
Never imagined, for the sake of need, will block and kill me,
Dying trees which were alive with you by the side of me,
Getting rotten in the demise of playing piece of me,
Me, me and just me that’s the reason of dying me,
I fall and rise, to fall and rise again, crying on my wreaking knee,
I bent on the floor, and apart scratch it to make it steer,
Your flow got slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat; it makes me push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart….
If not now you will be, in future, but just,
My and everybody else’s,
A moving mosaic of mindless heart…….. a heart…….???

R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH.