This isn’t a phenomenon

To be without

Any wind,

Or water,

Or fire.

It’s been a while

Since I have been


With none to write songs about,

With none to move through my couplets,

Just a blank space

Filled with automated

Molecules of air

Which haven’t been programmed

To smile at my words.

But suppose I had a muse

She would look like you,

Walk, talk and move the world like you-

Thoughts being generated in her brain,

Like thunder during rain.

She would know the lyrics that I wrote


About the melting sun,

And how the lava that shot

Out into the space,

Was used to carve

A jewel,

That glittered on your finger

Till eternity.


About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.

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