Pink throats

Some late evenings

When I sleep by my thoughts 

The noisy

The enthralling 

The one with symphonies

I watch them inhabiting and pulling Khair Un Nissa

And women of romances 

On Quiet beds 

In beliefs of wars and violence 

The pearls unstring and possesses the floor

Thoughts bob

Thoughts fall 

And thoughts roll

I keep remembering the darkness, the moonlight 

And the pearls that retained the wilful shimmer 

Of brilliant listening 

Empathising  with pink throats