My mind

Poem By Hurain Ghafoor
English Literature (BS student),
Humanity Department, COMSATS University Islamabad.

my eyeballs move, slowly,
towards the right of my forehead,
my mind, it likes to wander
away and away,
like a mischievous peter pan
on a short trip
from his magical wonderland
there, it’s that tall lithe cat on that high brick wall,
down below,
murder and evil and hope and the French revolution
is thick in the air,
the fancy guillotine takes a head,
long live the queen! I guess
my mind, it’s an old philosopher,
it cries,” eureka! eureka!
I have found it.
the meaning to life,
finally in my hand,”
scrambling and embarrassing,
naked through the streets,
somebody, save this fool from itself!
Politics and religion and you name it,
they thread through its fingers with ease,
this sneaky devil,
always where it shouldn’t be
my mind, it is undressing you right now
it wonders,
about the twitch in your skin,
the tilt of your chin,
What are you hiding?
this fool,
it always wonders
What can I say? I am but some humble, lonely pheasant
in some crevice of this high mighty cathedral abode
good and evil coexist here,
they rub shoulders and legendary battles erupt like volcanoes
But,
blame me not, blame me not,
I am but the collateral damage
of this no man-land.
I think I might just go mad.