Sea of Light
written by: Sajid Ahmed
Streak of light
Passing through the unnamed
Shutter of the eyes
Blinding the time
And slowly moving
The squalid wall
Whilst blinding space
Stretching out a spectacle–
Here, light forms,
Colours decay,
Hands stay
Motionless
Like snake tranced
To know its own death.
There is a certain tick-tock
Of the moment,
A heavy rolling down
Of magazines under the door
Of a cheap hotel room,
Stairs looking for destination,
Finding corridor symphony
In the feet’s heavy toll
Up and down
This incessant coming of the down
This liberal coming of the going.
It’s not a zenith
Nor the moon’s last shower
Of the honey-light,
It’s the ever approaching suspension
Of any approach
It’s the enjambment of
Life by smoke-coloured heart
It’s the children’s happy toy time
It’s the snake’s ever dwindling
Half burnt hiss.
Even then,
The vice
Can imagine.
Even now,
Imagine
The vice.
Now everything happens,
Yet happening is less than not happening;
Now everything works
Yet working is like having organs without a body.
Just this and everything,
And yet it negates–
The ever recurring theme of light
Mellowing the faces like shaving foam.
- Sea Of Light - June 5, 2026
