Cursing the comforts, the safety of shades
Envying the creatures fulfilling their roles
I hide from this world, well camouflaged
Among the wild weeds of wandering souls

I don't know how or why or when
I was taught to look, but without desire.
To not fan the flames, just look, unless,
You're willing to light yourself on fire.

I gaze at the stars studded on the sky
But they crash around me; in fear I freeze
Then I wipe my eyes and, the heaven restores,
As if falling tears carry the weight of galaxies.

Going round and round in circles,
Resilience felt futile after all,
When I learnt at last that orbits
Are a never-ending freefall...

-Abdullah Alam