Impressions

The storytellers are scribing their lives with the clouds
Strings drawn out , weaved into soft hammocks where only the children sleep 
Calculating probabilities of catastrophe
Like mushroom men whose furtherest stretch of reality
Are worn knuckles and greyed hands

There are lives that try to bypass God
Who sit in these fields and stare at the sky
The stars shine for all men

But the moonlight is mercy  

There are nights that shall speak
And rains that shall cry
And golden portions of time
that make clockwork of our lives

A decade old request turned into a breath

For all , for them , for us. 


'What is the matter with you? How do you judge?'
Verse 36 Surah Qalam