After The Rainfall

Wandering innocence floats like a dream
Lo vapors crayoned into a misty cream
Night blankets o’er a lonely road
Twinkle, glimmer a rain drop’s shiny coat
Trees arch like an old king’s corridor
Twirling leaves sway and bow, in elegance
Two birds twitter acquaint on an old chimney
Sleeps a nigh cottage in quaint olive green
And I in lieu impersonate my shadow
Tracing his steps under the gliding lamps
All that is to be felt vapors into thin air
Time absorbs such ethereal fragrance
And stills, music droops from the willow tree
Touches the river ere it quivers the heavens

Junaid Afghani
3^rd Oct 2004

180º

Thou callously call the bat blind, for
It sees the sky below the sea
And man it is who hangs upside down
Like an insect, his eyes and he
Crawl along the mud roof
To comfort a complacent perception
Afraid of reflection, afraid to reflect
The uncertain endlessness beneath

Junaid Afghani

28^th Sep 2004

White Doves

White doves, driven by the waves, flying to the moon
Captivated by the moment, deny rest and reason
Not until they capsize head over heels
Do they discover that the moon has an orbit
Roses for the Luna - from the stranded shore
Heartbroken by the sky – are calmly kept for the crypt
Like lost souls they wander in the navy blue seas
Their silken moonlight robes drifting and heaving
Mellow harps plucking strings and echoes of times long lost
Crying in the distance, fading in the frost
Its just silence and eyes, dreams and despair
And reminiscence, from where it begins to where it dissolves

Junaid Afghani

31^st March 2004