Muffled Into Muteness Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

She is onto herself and bypasses me
Perhaps that's what the tick of time
It might be her right
It might be justifiable to her heart
She does it quite faithfully
Doesn't appear like ordinary days
Maintaining the gap, she lives on
She still rules me out
In every moment She's on my head
Showcases the secrets
And goes off-colored
I notice her calmness
She lets me understand her existence
She sleeps with many eyes awake
She watches the world out there
Even there she doesn't forget me
Mildly she touches my image
At the very next moment she hides it.
But I don't let her know
That what befalls upon me.
Another accident.
Another autumnal event adds into my life.
Nothing new, injuries meet me frequently.
I don't let her know how the Car hit me.
Or how, as he reported, my bike hit his car.
I don't let her know how I controlled myself.
I don't let her know how they surrounded.
I don't let her know how I sat silent on road.
With legs vastly spread, with eyes shut
With no mind, with no heart.
Like an alien entity.
Everyone looks out.
They just stare at me.
Pass comments and don't do much.
I silently ask them to drive me to hospital.
But no one does so.
The Khan is stubborn about his own car.
He abuses me and says it's the time for Juma.
The Jummah.. The Friday.
They rush on to Lal Masjid
And I'm pressed somewhere between
Between Aabpara and Melody Chowk.
Islam seems to be nowhere in Islamabad.
After a while, I slowly gather myself.
I don't text anyone.
I dial Faisal Dayo, one of the humanistic chums
He reaches within no time.
But I don't let her know all about it.
I leave it all unsent.
I leave it all undeciphered.
Undecipheredness owns me there
And I'm best enveloped in muteness!