Note: the updated and edited version of this poetry is now available in my newer poetry collection "When Nature Beckons You". If you want to read the first draft, you are free to ❤️
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E S O T E R I C
Like an occult presence it is,
Sweeps all around me,
Teasing through my hair,
At times though,
Stealing away my fears.
It is known for its
sweet whistles down the lane,
For healing up our spirits.
It brushes through leaves,
Green and autumn leaves,
It’s a sight to see,
Like a way of greeting me.
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Like an arcane presence it is,
A mysterious presence transcending,
The cold wind bites through the brims,
Raising goose bumps on my skin,
Whispering its cold caresses,
Telling me, reminding me,
The beauty of its presence,
Gifted from Lord’s essence.
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I listen to it,
Feeling it wisp through my soul,
Whispering the blessings of Lord,
Swallowing away my worries,
Waking my hard-pressed soul,
Lifting my spirits as of many it does,
Of those people who see the
beauty of her presence,
Those who see the Lord’s essence.
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Like a mystic presence it is,
I see it ripple up the waves,
As if coercing them to move forward,
To express their beauty like she does,
I see the water flush and shine;
responding her,
As she silently blows away the clouds,
Yet letting them move graciously for now.
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Not once is there the anger of hers,
Unless there’s been something that despised her,
Oh you must see then,
The Lord had fury sent on us,
The power it gathers and swirls,
Unleashing thunders and rain,
Hurricanes and violent waves.
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I feel the anger of it within,
Eyes sparkling as it reflects the thunder,
Hair wild as her whirlwind rushes,
Telling me it has come to cleanse,
The darkness within,
Selling the richness and flavour,
Of power and fury.
Its power rushing through my lungs,
Coerces out every hate and grief.
As if a silent reminder,
To let everything out,
As if saying
“Let out, Lord will listen thee!”.
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I see the rain pummel harshly
at the ground,
Washing solitary old souls,
To revoke the new,
Promising to lift my spirits with them,
At the absence of her presence,
As it goes to those who
yearn her existence,
I see as she evoked their
spirits all around the world.
All silent and whispering,
Mysterious and exulting.
Oh, truly the beauty as such!
Can never be seen or touched,
It can only be felt from
the soft tendrils of hers,
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Like an enigmatic presence it is,
Known to its admirers,
Known by its reverence to Lord.
Beauty as such..
Seeping through my soul…
Oh the transcendent presence,
My Lord, How thy evoke my spirit!
Divine as he is,
Ethereal are his creations..
The wind as such,
Mystical creation of his…
Like an esoteric presence it is…
An ethereal creation of my Lord….
Beauty as such…
-S. A. Khan
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Esoteric : intended for or likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest.
As in over here... The wind.. It's beauty.... It's only seen by few people... With beautiful interest.. I'm not flattering myself lol.. Here tho... I'm a poet.. Things maybe seem dat way to me always... Even when I don't realise... 🌬️
Hey!!
So how are you all doing? My exams got over... So right now I'm a free bird.. Lol... No exams.. No studies nothin...
This poem... I was inspired one random day seeing from my balcony.. At my tress waving at me... I just thought i had to show note this beauty down... So here it is .... The poem.. On wind...
IT'S of SAUDI Arabia....... raining.... And windy.. Trouble combination...
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©SUMAIYA AHMAD KHAN
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