Her…

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15/05/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The sky was the bluest blue
With tiny white flecks,
While you and me were a story
Written under distress.

I could see your tears slip out.
I could see your forehead crease.
I wish I could take the pain away
And forever the pain we could leave.

Instead, I willed myself to inch
My hands closer to yours
And sighed with relief when you held
It warmly like before.

Your eyes still shining, your
Forehead wrinkled no more,
You look at me with hope.
And within them I was lured.

Within those brown eyes I could
See us again young and lively.
Into that world I saw us, again,
Growing up so naively.

I pushed the past behind and
Saw you smile that smile for me;
The one you smiled when I first
Met you behind that old banyan tree.

I brushed your hair aside and buried
Myself into your embrace.
Reminiscent of the times like yonder
When you had taken my place.

It was weird, now when I think, that
I assumed myself to be the saviour.
Being the Man for my dame was
Not only a forced behaviour.

Within that tight embrace you
Told me all you ever felt;
Your fears, your dreams and your hopes
Of moving ahead. Step by step.

Your tresses flung, your eyes moist,
Your face tear streaked.
Your passion building itself into frenzy.
My own too it seemed had peaked.

The world disappeared as we
Danced together.
The world burnt in a thousand flames
As we loved each other.

The flames leapt high and scorched
The Sun in a thousand flares.
The heat destroyed its gaseous
Bubble beyond heavenly repair.

And then time stood still until
Anew we learnt to breath.
Another well spent space with you
Had taught my heart to bleed.

Siddiqui F.
(14.05.2012)

9 thoughts on “Her…

  1. amarllyis says:

    That’s really beautiful! 🙂

    • Thanks Sameen! I think I did a good job considering what I thought about my ability regarding writing things which veer towards the romantic!

      Thank you very much!

  2. Vranda says:

    Superlike 🙂 never knew u r a poet.. anyway, luved it…

  3. Disha says:

    hey … very beautifully written…. loved it…. hope to read some more of such poems… 🙂

  4. simeem majid says:

    Very well written
    My friends is a writer !!!

  5. simeem majid says:

    Beautifully written

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