Apocalyptic Silence

by Ibrar Sami

A snowy evening,
a single breath of dawn—
in scattered thoughts
steam rises from a coffee cup,
spreading silent warmth.
Through the gaps of falling leaves,
pushing aside layers of dust,
a bud peeks,
timid, yet alive.

Souls wander
through the gallery behind curtains;
eyes concealed
in the shadows of masks.
In the cries of nakedness,
a fragile body
trembles,
like a branch
swaying in the wind.

In the sky of the heart,
apocalyptic silence;
the setting sun’s
sea-wet sigh,
the unresolved tremor of earth,
the fury of storms
breaks quietly,
invisibly.

Across the map,
blood pressure peaks—
yet
in a small dot,
remains
boundless yearning,
a tiny new bud,
seeking light
even in the midst of darkness.