Boundless Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Most of the time,
my mind flows like a river—
a murmuring rhythm
in endless pause,
ebb and flow
without a limit.

But when I hear
the melody of the soul,
I drift softly into silence—
a lullaby of stillness,
embraced by a tranquility
I've never known.

With each breath,
I build a small castle—
walls spun from light,
a mahfil tender as a sigh,
where ecstasy dwells
like whispered prayer,
and love blooms
beyond thought.

Then You arrive—
not as image,
but as vision,
reflecting every star,
weaving silent colours
of moonlight,
painting the pulse
beneath my skin,
revealing
the veil within.

If I could speak one longing—
from the depths
where soul sings—
it would echo bold:

in Your image,
I am perfect.
I am You—
one self,
one being,
boundless.

—November,12,2025