Do I need to recall them? No, never
Since they go on, those moments fled,
Just as happening right now, right here
They altogether got rooted in my head.
I found therein, it was me! Only me,
In the meantime, with you only you:
Not puzzling for, I alike probably
A canvas with the colourful hue,
Lied beside looking at an eye
In your face that has faced upside,
While you fairly solemn, focused on my
Non-stop and truly non-sense stride
Of the questions asked one after
The other in a row, like a happy kid
Does for a train or, for a helicopter
When gets to love, what never he did
I even remember, it was the arm
Right, on which I rested my cheek
Pleased with the unleashing charm
Of your brighten eyes’ glaring streak
How glad I am for I have captured!
All those short but cherished whiles
Within I felt no sense of being parted
And even for those high-spirited smiles
Dreamt in the last portion of the night.
The dream; all say, surely comes true
Seen just before the dawn’s rising light,
Becomes part, for never to bid adieu!
©® Naheed Akhtar1
9-12-2019
Quite an intriguing piece that conveys far subtler existential tropes than its superficial dream references might infer.
Thank you so much dear sir!
An engaging ,lyrical piece filled with interesting snapshots.
Thanks a lot dear sir!