Your silhouette,strong against the darknessof my soul,Fills my heartwith a yearningso overwhelming thatI swoon. Your breathplays with rhythmsin a symphony ofwhispers in my earreviving,reinventing,rejuvenating,my innermost secrets. Oh, the ecstasyof first love!Oh, the fervourof that first touch! Those moments,hushed in their decline,are no more. Memories,agonisingly persistent,remain.
Darling, you may drown meIf you wishWatch the bubblesEmerge to the rippling surfaceFrom obscure sapphire depthsSilent evermoreI shall smileAs you vaguely stare.Darling, you may bury meIf you wish.Let the last glittersOf earth in your fingers,Flow down to rest.Beneath the liberating moundsI shall breathe inThe fragrance of your touch.
Why do you tell meNot to love you so?It seemsMy love is a burden that weighsDown on your shoulders,But I believeWhat seems,Is not what is.
Oh, to lie beneath the stars!Permit the echoes,Silence blows my way,Soothe and calmMy inner world.Unlike the hum,From treasured dreams,Of splinters embeddedIn my soul. Oh, to lie upon the clouds!Let the softness,Of non existence,Heal and mendMy worn spirit.Unlike the abrasiveSlash and cutOf taboos chafingAgainst my heart. Oh, to lie today!And be allowed to lieFor ever more.
She believed in angels,in starry nights andrainbow coloured dreams. She believed in smiles,in flying bears andbright pink fairies. She believed in love,in joyful giving andwarm glowing togetherness.This little dove,In a dress stained crimsonand cheeks lacking skin,What does she believe now,as she lies strewn over the battle field?
She believed in angels, in starry nights and rainbow coloured dreams. She believed in smiles, in flying bears and bright pink fairies. She believed in love, in joyful giving and warm glowing togetherness. This little dove, In a dress stained crimson and cheeks lacking skin, What does she believe now, as she lies strewn over the battle field? Dedicated to the Ahmadis and the people…