I see summers raining past me...
With autumns in the eyes of lovers;
I see springs in a blooming spree
With the petals of dancing colours…
But my heart got stuck in one winter
To fly along a misty wing for ever and ever…
I was all alone in my lonely lawn
Watching carelessly
The shy drops of Moon,
When I met her eyes
In a sudden sweep of rain
On a derailed monsoon...
The white misty layer
Sprang up out of nowhere
Just after the twilight
In that early winter night.
The Moon was on its ninth,
Picking up the pace
To be in full bloom,
Amidst the shuttered rays of light.
Oh! Dear! I see summers raining past me...
With autumns in the eyes of lovers;
I see springs in a blooming spree
With the petals of dancing colours…
But my heart got stuck in one winter
To fly along a misty wing for ever and ever…
She was drifting in
Like a bunch of foamy clouds
With a sweet autumn breeze;
And I got my mind seized in a spell
To see my fall in a pair of blue eyes
Floating past my heart ringing a bell…
Now, with all the maddening feelings
Brimming out of my mind
I keep looking at my empty manuscript
In a mess of failed words
In a mess of colours to find
To paint a passion flowing like hell…
I loved to weave dreams
With winters fluting the summer rains;
Bridging morning dews
With the lonely nocturnal pains.
Now my heart keeps flowing on
In the layers of my dreams
Looking for a pair of eyes
In the shades of lunar beams...
Oh! Dear! I see summers raining past me...
With autumns in the eyes of lovers;
I see springs in a blooming spree
With the petals of dancing colours…
But my heart got stuck in one winter
To fly along a misty wing for ever and ever…
At the end of one winter
There will be no sign of
The long-forgotten spring.
The trail of fallen leaves
Will get drier and heavier
With no trace of greening…
All the tales of the world
Will come to an end,
With all the colours fading out
In a devouring bend…
And there will be just dreams
Over the ashen blue sky,
Floating like bubbles
In the faded layers of streams…
And in one of those dreams
There will be my empty manuscript…
Riding with a pair of blue eyes:
The eyes with a straight look
And a blank smile
With the mystery of the Forgotten Isle.
Oh! Dear! I see summers raining past me...
With autumns in the eyes of lovers;
I see springs in a blooming spree
With the petals of dancing colours…
But my heart got stuck in one winter
To fly along a misty wing for ever and ever…
© Atique R.
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