03/08/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal
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.
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
Note: 3rd Para onwards on 04.03.2011