Down the soul there was a house. Dark in with closed doors. Cold, as I walked those corridors. The long way ahead to false alarms. Thought I wasn't alone down there. I heard too close, some noise's. I felt scared to get an inch near. Do they hear my steps ? Those arguing to my presence. Many were to my late prayers. Talking to myself I, Aleem Nasir .. You couldn't figure yourself out.
" Bring those spirits together that once needed by some of us with a smile let's restart a race ,to fall on their arms this far on a never ending screams "
A bare foot to where it belong. Stretched across all barren log. A piece pushed smoke too far. In drizzle & cursed through fog. And we gather all round warm. Fast to blow tea in winter long. A change bitter, sweet & cold. To years ago where we swing. A chandelier whistle with ropes. Asking me, lucky to rest a hug. In bits & pieces lost in a town. To a stranger in as 'Aleem Nasir'.