The Veiled
As the beat marches on,
It paces itself to keep the equilibrium
But who can repulse the seduction?
The invitation of the unseen,
the summoning of the concealed,
the call of the unrevealed.
The equilibrium races,
As he approaches the proximity.
The reality fades,
As he embraces the mystery.
The void becomes the infinite
The paradox becomes the truth
the soul becomes the body
and body becomes the soul.
He then asked, “What is it that keeps me?” Is it the nature of mine that loses its grip?
Or is it the beauty of his that bewitches me?
The toxicity of his presence that draws his breathe
The hypnosis of his voice that calls his name
The beauty of his thought that pushes his conscience
The softness of his touch that tingles his skin
The darkness of his veil that takes his ease.
Even though he denies, every part his of cries.
The company of the beloved is what he seeks
To be one with him is what he needs.
But it’s the paradox of his life,
that he cannot reach.
The equilibrium, that supports him, is what comes in between.
Faizan Anwar 2019
