History

Held down by the wings of history

By the fear of tomorrow's mystery

The incredulity of which has me frail

All that the present presents now is stale

All that felt ubiquitous once seems obscure

The insidious inception of all that allures

Cautious to be blindfolded by all that meets the eye

The deceiving nature of "glamor" that  reality has.

My catharsis of it, staying in my own skin 

Rejecting all interaction, the need for kin

All that I heed is the cosmos of my mind.

Ahmed Zia