Thoughts like waves
Wanting to walk up the shore
Waking up shadows
Sending them sneaking
Up alluring alleys
To meet mirages
Currents carrying the cultured
Into a cyclone’s cradle
Tradition left uprooted
Pendulum swinging swift
Stops not to be sane
Mental missiles
Ever missing the mirage
When the dreary dust settles
A scripture’s sting
Stirs the senses
Shadows seek self-immolation
At the inferno ignited
The fire feeds soon
On futile fruits sought
On fetters of freedom
In its warmth silence suckles
At the whirlpool that wrapped
The world.