My purpose feelsWindblown Lost in quiet skiesWhich I can’t readThe stars confuseBut still I try Life perplexesQuiet and heavyStill, I proposeA small beginningA gestureOr may be a breath A chalice of thoughtsRaise to the unknownWhich is burgeoningIn silence ………. ForWeekly… Continue reading →| Blog of Hammad Rais
Time calls softly to me And yet, I hesitate What if I meet the boy I once was? Would he trust the lines on my face, The weight in my voice? Perhaps it’s better not to meddle, But simply to… Continue reading →| Blog of Hammad Rais