Walking Around: A Note Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

no where in and out of the globe but here
in dreams
butterflies come and go
-an art work by a prudent hand;
nothing lasts long and
new wings emerge out
that carry us
to their preferred choices;
waves rushing to the shores
storms storming in every shelters
and lightning splitting the sky
with lines, curves and deviations;
we transform ourselve and create our circles
drifting to the enormous joy of openness
an etheral blue.