Eagle Eye

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.




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Shifa Maqba

Wed 14th Oct 2020 07:40

Abdul, it's always such an honor to have your remarks grace my comment section with their presence. Thank you!

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Abdul Ahmad

Tue 13th Oct 2020 20:09

Shifa anther pearl effortlessly gliding from your quill.

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Shifa Maqba

Tue 13th Oct 2020 04:16

Thank you for stopping by, Tom. Really appreciate the encouraging comment!

Thank you for your generous rose, John!

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Mon 12th Oct 2020 16:37

Really enjoyed this one Shifa, great stuff. "A string of flicking lights, invites me" I found this line especially pleasing :)

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Shifa Maqba

Mon 12th Oct 2020 06:01

Thank you so much for your delightful comment, Stephen! Your like is appreciated as well.

Vautaw, Stephen G., Liam, the roses y'all have sent my way are deeply cherished.

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 11th Oct 2020 15:09

Beautifully written, Shifa

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