Tomorrow We Will See

By Owais Farooq

Tomorrow we will see
When my solitude barks
And dances, the gift I’ll give,
To my awaited self.

It’ll be a small bouquet
Of tears stitched with a string,
Wrapped in the world’s eye.

Without your insisting, we will
See the house in which,
Next to memory’s sparrows,
Someday I will die.

Today, inside me the pigeons
Are dying, and I wonder
Who will gather their bones,
For the ultimate doomsday?

Between today’s dying
And tomorrow’s death we will
Watch the grand comedy,
On life’s psychiatric screen.

We will hear the laughter
To claim the evanescent tragedy,
And bury our unblinking,
Eyes in our hands.

Dr. Owais Farooq is an aspiring writer from Kashmir currently based in Delhi. He has done his PhD on the poems of Agha Shahid Ali from the University of Delhi.

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