For the wisdom to see inside <br />The intellect in its strides hard <br />Soul turned away from the worldly <br />Eye of aesthetics was turning blind <br />In senses the endings were worked <br />Imaginations in wild endeavors <br />Mystery was but another magic <br />Various angles like in prism the same <br />The dialectics left much to explore <br />A bridge to the self with ladders <br />The ultimate experience faraway <br />The night’s celebrations like dance <br />The wolves and beasts as to the final <br />The destiny is though in infinity <br />The long travels in the distances <br />Much treaded by wise and saints <br />My glances back on the door open <br />Of the self in the tavern the Saki <br />Still my world lies in the beauty <br />The beloved though is like dew <br />With gleam of morning evaporates <br />The delicacy of petals as the senses <br />Enlivened for the last dropp of red <br />The wine that sparked the colors <br />When that beauty like rainbow <br />Appeared after the mist was over <br />3/4/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-mist-was-over/
