On a Winter Night
on a winter night
under the light of moon
surrounded by lights and noises
i shut my ears and eyes to the world outside.
and looked inside me,
i saw the beating heart,
blood that run through my veins
i saw my thoughts that shaped and reshaped
themselves at the call of my desires
i saw the pulses of pain on my nerves
I listened to the slow wheezing sound in my chest
mind said, its asthma
i listened to the throbbing pain in my brain
and the sound of my beating heart
else nothing i heard nothing i saw.
i asked my mind, people say this body's heart is broken
then why isn't there any sound of a broken heart?
mind took me to memory and showed me a picture there
when i looked at that picture------ nothing happened
it was just a picture, of a girl.
I asked who she was, memory said she was your beloved.
Beloved?
yes. A subjective mental model of a person shaped by your imagination based on your subjective desires originated from your instinct for mating.
so what, i asked. why people say the heart is broken?
No answer came.
Qaiser Ali Khan
21-11-2014