Celestial Currents On Soho's Dawn... Poem by P A Noushad ...

In the hush of September's whispered gold,
Soho's road dreamed beneath England's sky.
Mist curled like incense, secrets untold,
And unseen spirits watched time drift by..

Kareena's laughter, an amber flame,
Shafina's gaze, a prayer in flight,
They moved like echoes without a name,
Twin comets tracing the velvet night...

Malabar Gold, a river of stars,
Unveiled its heart in a gilded stream,
Metal and memory, wounds and scars,
Braided their shimmer into a dream...

Far beyond, where Vatakara glows,
An unseen crown adorned my name,
For words once sown, for fields that rose,
In learning's spark, in sport's bright flame...

The air was a hymn of movement and soul,
Dance became mantra, kindness sang.
Each step a sigil, each gesture whole,
Each note a bell where eternity rang...

Art and word, like twin constellations, aligned,
Kissing the shores of the unseen spheres,
Their whispers murmured, "This light is thine,
To pierce the shroud of forgotten years."

So let this vision, shadowed and free,
Flow through the cosmos, a secret sign,
That art and goodwill, like a boundless sea,
Are stars reborn, and forever shine...