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By Hiba AamerWisps of sound rise and melt in the air,

The high and low stresses, the articulatory stretches;

Linger, vanish, manifest, proliferate – digest.

A humming note strokes the whims of a heart,

Through tapestries of tingling blade of tongue,

It slides into existence and existence it wears till it obliterates.

Wisps of sound rise and melt in the air,

Like Chinese ring daggers they curl into

the abode of your consciousness again.

A mellifluous phrase carries the calm of Ravi

as it glides through the hollows of ears,

Now in your memory, now forgotten,

Now revived, now devised,

Now it journeys towards the ripples of your utterance,

And now it fiddles with your own conscience.

A wisp of sound falls over the skyline of a tongue

It transforms into a soulful voice,

And arbitrarily makes sense!

The writer is a student of English literature and linguistics at Air University.

Published in Daily Times, September 15^th 2018.