Tranquillity of Covertness.

By Mira Mariyam Nazeer

The past and future collides, 

the imaginary division blurred the moments. 

Looking too far, 

the calculative seems in the hoard of hurdles. 

Over and done with, 

uneasiness still cloud the perceptions. 

Won’t stop dripping, 

Intensify a palpable sense of loss. 

A hole - and - corner deeds , 

rebound the evoked fervour of clarity. 

Submitting to the scratches, 

Igniting the cogent of whispers . 

Not too behind the horizon, 

uncovering the vile of silence. 

By Mira Mariyam Nazeer