Friday, September 2, 2011

Sense


It floats to me like a cloud of light,
in waves of amber, blue and white,

taps on my shoulder and pecks my brow,
a longing embrace, an endearing glow,

softly kisses me on cold moonlit nights,
wakes me up to music and candle lights,

visions and dreams it shows to me,
carries tremors from my heart to thee,

reminds me my mind is to blame,
and my heart is the only part of me that's sane,

paints ribbons of orangy red against the sunset sky,
says it may be impossible to win, but insists I still try,

says I'm a million miles away,
but assures me I will find a way,

blatantly leads me to your door,
like an unfinished tale from an ancient folklore,

I plead for its identity, says only time will break this suspense,
and now that I've found you, somehow it all makes sense.

6 comments:

KP said...

Nice poem, with good flow and feel.

IMROZ NAQVI said...

@KP: Thanks :)

Saru Singhal said...

Great poem with good rhyming scheme and brilliant thought!

IMROZ NAQVI said...

@Saru: Thank you for your kind feedback :)

WonderWall said...

Beautifully described quarrel btw Mind and soul

IMROZ NAQVI said...

@WonderWall: Thank you :)