My eagle eye sweeps
The room nursing maimed dreams 
And stifled memories
Which make walls bleed 
When drubbed by the hollow breeze.

Who am I except a mute bystander?
Unfazed by the detritus,
My steady gaze punctures
The flesh of aged and nascent delusions.

Stay, stay with me,
Before I leave, 
And catch a train 
To a place where summer rains 
Submerge mundane lands 
And bleached sands;
To a place where summer rains 
Let my slippers explore 
Deserted quays and ports;
To a place where summer rains 
Pierce obscure umbrellas, 
And chests of reticent lovers.

Miles away, a string of flickering lights
Invites me.
My eagle eye, 
Too focused, too keen,
Ogle desolate backwoods,
And guide my worn-out shoes
To the sky,
Where tire swings and tube slides reside.

Shifa