heart talk

as the twilight wraps the city

and muffled zephyr sweeps across

something appears and seizes my soul

draws me into a quiet terrain

inside me.

quiet.

i see the mute lips moving

not even my shallow breaths are humming

silence.

stillness.

and then, a thud of beats

my heart ascents to talk to me

to pose questions to my soul

to inquire about the reasons of my being

to remind me the face of the beggar

i saw on my way back

to prompt me about the endless misery

grief and sorrow, around

to challenge my ability to be a healer

to rip my conscious apart

to wake me up

and then

there are noises