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The remnants of the Big Bang keep floating,

And memories still cling on like ghouls;

In the twilight of these fleeting days

My life keeps yearning for its goals.

Glassy skyscrapers gaze at me,

Like eyes, staring from lifeless forms,

Devoid of feeling all reflections,

Hover like moths on misty morns.

Time stretches like an endless trap,

Confined to a glass-like dome I glow,

My very existence mocks me,

There's no scope for the soul to grow.

Deserted roads or traversed streets,

I hear echoes of a bygone beat.

From many worlds have I wandered here,

Not knowing when this circle will complete.

Is there peace in nothingness,

Is it the point, the end of tests:

The ultimate edge of the frontier,

The point of tranquility and rest?



IN SKY'S CARESS



From here my friend and fellow poet, free to be

Let us escape echoes of the "Bang" and soar.

The done is done, we cannot dwell on the past.

The sweet Hope, Divine in the balance, we implore.



Desire is a floating dream, let's catch its star

And sprinkle its remaining light with tenderness.

We will strip away the ghostly robes and bare

Sorrowful souls, across the sea, in sky's caress.



Below the twilight, harsh city lights will gleam,

Close your eyes but to the heaven's paradise.

Listen to a song of wind, join the dance of clouds.

Keep goodly goals and dreams within your eyes.



Time is not an essence, it has no relativity,

Forget penciled schedules, unmark all the dates.

You and I erase all clocks and calendars of man.

Let's travel on my friend, no fear of being late



We'll stand the test beyond all thought of time.

We will write upon the earth with cosmic ink and quill.

We will gently force the hand of peace to write

And call upon the voice of angels of free will.

- Muhammad Naveed Ahmed & Deborah Russell.