Old Wine!

4

03/08/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Part I

Lift your veil high up,
let me see the beauty you hide.
Show me how you bat those lashes,
show me how you shyly smile.

How it thrills when one sees
an angel so coyly peer at you.
see those painted finger nails,
and the lovely henna’s hue.

The beauty of your mere presence
Makes me steal glances all the time,
The Passionate moments shared
Has dug moats deep within my mind.

Part II

They say love is the game played
Strictly by the youths.
So how to describe this new awakening
Desire that erodes all those roots.

Your wrinkles speaks volumes
Of your devotion in the decades past.
You still stand my childish humour and
Infantile habits; I pray you’d stick to it
Till our last.

See, my dame, I said “our” and not “yours” or
“mine”; “her” or “him”; “thee” or “thine”.
Your race ran and triumphantly won
Is enough to finish off mine.

I breathe a puff of air more than yourself
Is not ordained by the Lord above.
I’d speak mine heart to our Lord to
Not an extra whiff allow.

The sun glistening off your Snow-white
Hair reflects deep within my Soul.
Your tender smile breaking upon your angel
Face still makes me blush, as does your eye
Twinkling darkest kohl.

You still tender care and comfort
Far more than I deserve.
But without your shadow of concern,
Your incessant calm whom would I revere?

Within my hands will I clasp yours
The last few moments that I breathe.
No tear shall wet me eyes for I’ll have
Savoured all the goodness the Lord
Hath decreed.

Siddiqui F.
(16.07.2009)

Note: 3rd Para onwards on 04.03.2011

4 thoughts on “Old Wine!

  1. Lovely piece of work man!
    I especially liked the following lines:

    The beauty of your mere presence
    Makes me steal glances all the time,
    The Passionate moments shared
    Has dug moats deep within my mind.

    and

    Your race ran and triumphantly won
    Is enough to finish off mine.

    and

    Within my hands will I clasp yours
    The last few moments that I breathe.
    No tear shall wet me eyes for I’ll have
    Savoured all the goodness the Lord
    Hath decreed.

    Very beautiful indeed! Keep up the good work!

  2. Jayesh says:

    hey faz… I didn’t got 80% of it but sounds nice…

    I think u should explain me it later…

    NICE ONE… 🙂

    Jayesh

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