The words danced
Involuntarily,
To
a
tune
unbeknownst to me yet
Through my eyes
Onto the infinite
Canvas of my mind
Waltzing,
they
s
t
o
p
p
e
d
As the music ended
Courting new phrases
And meanings;
They nestled
In the crevices
Away from the gazes
Benumbed and unaware
Of this beautiful I-land
And I tell them
“No –
I am not sick,
Just dyslexic”
A Tech/Pharma executive, Nadir Feroz has been writing poetry in both Urdu and English for over half a lifetime. He enjoys reading Mirza Ghalib and Alexander Pope. His work has appeared in PaperCuts Magazine and the WriterTalks Anthology, Basant. Three of his poems have been reproduced as songs.