The Inner Voice Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

I do not sing as you sing
i have my singing
and i sing my way.

i do not light up the candles as you do
i have my arrangements
i have the illumination mine

i have my rituals,
i have my festivals too and
i feast on them in my own way;

i have the words knitted,
verses composed
i have the melodies,
beats,
rhythms,
i feel the pulse in my hearty way;

i have the songs sinful, virtuous,
mortal-immortal
I have the times
past, present and moments ahead
I have signature at my finger tip
i sign mine
in a modulated way;
I have the sun and the moon shiny
i have thoughts linear and convoluted,
I glimmer mine way;
i have beliefs and disbeliefs also
i have assertions,
dessertions, musing the nearer and distant;

I have the horizons
emerging,
sinking and
emerging again
i credit to the plains and deserts stretched -
to the furrows deep -
hills and mountains high;

I swim to the seas,
ocean turbulents,
i charm at the clouds
still and
wandering-
i look the skies,
the galaxy,
the milky way and follow the steps in a destined way,
i always adore the adorable
in my way.