Within These Walls

These days I feel a kinship with the four white walls,
Which guard my every move, every breath, every thought.
Observe how they close in on me, irked, distraught-
They make the world look small.
I speak to them in unfinished puzzles,
And superficial metaphors,
And subdued gurgles,
And defeated murmurs.
My words are nothing but a brook,
Whose melancholic babbles fill the chilly air.
They tint the midnight blues,
Reciting a panoply of incoherent hymns and prayers.
Within these walls my love, newfound,
For solitude blazes.
I don’t know if I ever want to go out.
A captive I wish to stay.
The fluttering wings of a thousand butterflies;
The melody of sprightly wind chimes;
The buzzing bumblebees meandering along the skyline-
I see them all,
I hear them all,
I feel them all,
Right here where I reside.

Shifa

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Shifa Maqba

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 04:33

"...to be in is to be out, and to be out is to be in", very profound, John! Thank you for your comment. 😃

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John Marks

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 00:47

Yes but to be in is to be out, and to be out is to be in. Innit? Loved the flow. John

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Shifa Maqba

Tue 22nd Sep 2020 03:08

Thank you Emer, Neressa, Stephen A., Stephen G. and Philipos, for hitting a like each!

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Shifa Maqba

Mon 21st Sep 2020 15:31

Thank you, Abdul, for your kind comment and tremendous support. It's always a delight to hear from you. The rose is deeply cherished too!

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Abdul Ahmad

Mon 21st Sep 2020 11:16

Shifa this is wonderfully woven poetry reflecting the atmosphere of the exceptional times we live in and the effects of the imposed isolation.
Very appropriate.

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