Killer Kites

Is it all the same or something has changed?

It changes every day, my perception,

Yesterday, I could see the children’s park, hear innocent laughter,

And feel the adamant afternoon sun lull me to sleep,

Today, the park was there but I couldn't see, feel or hear it,

It wasn't the same.

I wasn't the same.

Dark clouds raged in the sky of my mind,

Swift like a Kite, cutting other Kites, colourful Kites, playful Kites,

Dropping them one by one,

It assumed a proportion so large that day became night,

Darker it got, the more lost I was,

Now the park completely vanished from my sight,

Everything had changed or so it seemed,

For where could the park go, it had no legs, even the laughter wasn't its own,

The park was real and so were the children, who hung from the swing,

Then what was different?

I was different.

From the park to the dark clouds, from the beguiling afternoon nap to the killer Kite,

My perception of the world had shifted, like a sponge squeezed dry, it contracted and expanded,

My perception was the lock and the key that unlocked it,

I had changed and I’d change many times during the course of my life,

This perception too was new.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof