A poem unspoken

The hull whispers secrets, forgotten by tongue,

carved with moons and the language of stars.

This vessel, a memory made manifest,

glides on a river veiled in morning mist.

No map charts its course, no compass can bind,

it follows the song in the wind's gentle hand.

The current, a yearning, a whisper upstream,

pulls us skyward, to a celestial strand.

Sunlight fractures on water so bright,

shattered diamonds dance in the waking light.

My own voice, a thread in the symphony's weave,

a poem unspoken, yearning to believe.

The river unfurls, a celestial stair,

each step a verse etched in the luminous air.

Stars become stepping stones, galaxies gleam,

boundaries dissolve in this celestial dream.

The inner self, a pearl in the heart's hidden tide,

stirs, awakens, bathed in the moonlit ride.

Words, once unspoken, now take to the flight,

a symphony birthed in the secret river's light.

We sail on, a vessel of soul set astray,

embraced by the heavens, where secrets hold sway.

The poem unfolds, a map to the unknown,

in the heart's deepest chambers, a truth is now sown.

-Rashid Ali Ghazipuri