Unveiling Thoughts Poem by Ali jafri

nothing can ever stop these thoughts of mine,
yet unveiling them may turn out to be a crime.

they are my reflection, my shadow,
they are the creepers behind the window.

these thoughts want to escape, be heard.
each time they creep out they are blurred.

freedom is what they require,
but I show courage and burn them with fire.

yet they surface, yet they escape.
piece by piece, at a snails pace.

I chain them up, can't let them flea.
I make them stoned and drown them in sea.

but they dissolve, then evaporate.
turn into air that I respirate.

piece by piece they torture my brain,
stressing hard to be expressed, causing migraine.

atlas', I spill them out slowly,
watch myself rise higher gradually.