Today, my tears--By Sheikha A.--Pakistan and U.A.E.

Today, my tears

reach out to the castles at the Empyrean,
where the light is a different illumination
from what the earth receives; where erudite
is the river that beings drink from, finding
what had been sought in just one sip of fate’s
mysteries – a fate that which exists, or had
been a word to sheathe the truisms whispered
into our ears by a guard superior to our soul’s
rambunctious tumults. I reach out to the anthem
of the sky laving upon skies, husked
is my voice that hymns of my severed heart,
calling for cessation; or truancy of the clock,
giving me a new shadow I pride afore the sun
or send me a battle, I saboteur, and you rage
over me – send me your existence, so I feel
mine.

Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and U.A.E. and often finds herself in a world of oscillation that most of the times motivates her writing too. She maintains a (or tries to) blog on sheikha82.wordpress.com.