CONVERSATION WITH GOD'S SHADOW

CONVERSATION WITH GOD'S SHADOW 

I sit back on the old couch which is layered with dirt 

of people's word, drawing up a plan 

to have a conversation 

with the one who will hear me out 

with no judgement and doubt.

I start. 

I start with heap of questions

with a hope of finding a suggestion, 

and as i start 

the tears of curtain opens up in pain 

seeking for an answer from every vein, 

answer that will satisfy my inner lane 

so i repeat all the questions again and again

in order to satisfy my soul so insanely mundane.

"mom knocks my door with the sense of concern 

thinking I am hurt, so i speak out of turn"

"mom, don't worry."

I have so many things to chalk talk

so i planned to give my feet some rest today,

to clear all the images so blurry

and

to talk and talk and talk 

until i get an answer why people mock 

every single time when i try to get out of that 

painful clock, which is a market full of stock 

of those deadly diplomats of Sherlock. 

i want to speak that i am not disappointed 

but disappointment hits my heart 

when people head start in the battlement

being a beloved sweetheart expressing the 

the aggressive state of the art. 

I want Him to listen to my heart 

which is like a sweet apple tart. 

so i am having a conversation with God's shadow

to cure my life with all the these meadow

and bless me with happiness of flowers, 

flowers that I can use to clear all the ivory towers. 

and weave my life with beautiful sunflowers.

Ayesha Khalid