The sky

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

This tapestry above me, it pays me no heed,
Weaving its melody. I raise my hands towards the
Eye of this abyss and come away blemished, marred
By the hysteria of its cyclonic musings, as if it were the
Mind of God, brimming with colors and half-sung reveries
as if it were a masterpiece left unfinished,
A clockwork machine, whirring with tender turnings,
Lost in luling serenity. A giant beast fast asleep,
Glutted with silence, before a quiet graze here,
A gentle flutter there emerges; a conspiracy
Of colors and shadows, a soft disturbance, so that
It stirs gently from its ancient sleep, murmuring with sound,
Awakening under the shards of light, swelling with life.
This creature once asleep, now sizzles and moans
With colors, rent asunder with cosmic change, ravaged
And striped bare under light, As if a million eyelids
before shut had opened to reveal themselves
to the brink of day; a colossal orchestra
Reaching its finest crescendo and I, a mere harmony
Stitched into the fabric of its being.