Soliloquy

“Hush,” says the rose in defiance of the evil eye
That veils the thorns underneath the cloudless sky.

Time, say many, has perished in this urge to fly
Beyond the clouds soaked in blood in the sky.

Experience the freedom of the just as it says goodbye,
Sailing in full flow, wishing the same of the sky.

Where must I sit deep in thought and shriek to justify
That all I hold dear is not some lost ideal of the sky?

If my hunger to live were as strong as the butterfly
That lost itself in the longing to be one with the sky,

My words would have been lost in the quest to ratify
My thoughts whence this ground stood upon the sky.

‘Mushtaq’, longing for acceptance, gives out a sigh
Just as a shade of deep red overtakes the sky.

(This is my first poem in English written in ghazal form where I use my nom-de-plume Mushtaq.)

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