Pakistani And Bengali Weddings

Angels with one wing

faint stars of the universe

strong field in the spirit

pure spirit in matter

lights in the dark

but shadows,

traveling waves of thought.

Dark Fire

eyes like flaming braziers,

as inflamed hearts,

cold at first contact,

ice wounds.

Ice hurtful

fire that warms,

storm that destroys

but it does not matter,

are manifestations of a land unknown

misunderstood.

But now I tell you,

that have been there:

absurd and so real

to touch the madness,

where the tangible no longer makes sense

you should expect anything.

I will lead you by the hand

cross together

the dark corridors of time,

where space

had no boundaries

where joy and sorrow,

were only a game.