More Than Words: An Exercise Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

I hold off myself and let the takeover
a hold of me by the power that settles in my heart from within;
I close my eyes
take deep breaths in and out
and all through silence
etheral
charged by the cosmic rays
playing the calm and serene role;
in darkness light rearranges itself and dreams glow
wandering all the pathways.
No more question
No more answer
Till not the soul finds its way
and takes a reborning;

in a quiet deep sleep
dialectics would do no good work and
here,
welcome the inevitable.