GLASS
Half empty, half full
Full to the top or completely empty
Containing nothing but a mere droplet
Unlucky droplet, outcasted from the touch of your lips
Banished from the heavens of your mouth.
Glass chipped, broken, shattered perhaps scattered
Smooth or sharp I do not know.
Glass clear window revealing a glimpse of the outside world
Of clear blue sky absorbing a palette of
Pink red orange black
Smoldering from a ball of fire so warm
So careful not to burn in it the mountain tops across the horizon.
I close my eyes and dare to take a sip, just a sip of this tranquility
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Which has formed into a forgotten droplet in your glass.
Glass a window to life but no one knows
Who is looking out or looking in or looking back.
A window your eyes
I’m looking, searching
Silent eyes leading me to a vacant soul
Crying out wanting to touch the glass
A wall between you and I.
This glass a mirror smudged
Dirty stained reflecting me
Tainted and painted in colours so black
As I stand before you.
S.S. Qureshi
(2007)
