The 4.30 am namaz hits the ears, luckily the mosque is almost behind my home. Its funny though, I didn't understand the man's words yet the voice completely soothes the soul.
Yesterday. No, night. Yesternight?
Eyes wide open. Brain shut. Heart beating. Body frozen. Thoughts warm. Skin pale. Nails growing. Clock ticking. Breaths heard. Silence unheard. Pen scribbling. Foot walking. Conscious Dreams. Unconscious mind. Wind crawling. Leaves moving. Window open. Thin clothes. Thick socks. Unwashed sweatshirt. Hair tied.
And then you invade.
Hazel eyes. Mind dreaming. Skin soft. Body warm. Whispering talks. Wind blows. Your face shows. Firm thoughts. Lights dim. Scent crawls. Aura seeps. Clock rewinds. Summers bloom. Soul talks. Murmur plans. Astounding heart. Breath collides.
Slowly the morning arrives, beautiful hues of orange or maybe yellow, fighting the black aura of night with zest. Each ray awakes each green soul. My night is losing the fight. And I, just look helplessly crawling into the bed which smells like you.
The namaz is over. As if sealing the union of two souls.
