This eve set as elegant exhibit
of skin deep beauty for old yearning stares,
is time’s harsh labor’s brief retreat.
The hands, henna-designed, serpentine snares
to trap young wild and restless hearts
which feed on dreams sojourned in eyes,
more fleeting than the flashing camera lights.
Midst this confused unrest two heart realize
a single dream conceived at birth of souls
and planted in a part in both the hearts
when heart became the shelter of the soul;
this eve they hold it fast firm not to part.
In this wild glare of confused evanescence
These flickering moons bear hopes of permanence.
Yousuf bin Mohammad is a resident of Delhi, where he works as digitization assistant with Juma al Majid Center for Culture and Heritage while pursuing physics by distance.
LADY OF MY DREAMS
Lady of my dreams
Moon colored
Raven haired
Inaccessible
Like a distant shore.
Dwelling here
Closer to the heart
A reason a dream
Undefined yet real.
Moon colored pebbles
Shining among plains
A cluster
Deeply driven
Etched like a wound
A rose or a moan
Or a crimson scar
A luminosity
Or a distant spark.
Lady of my heart
Moon colored
Raven haired
Inaccessible
Like a distant star.
Durlabh Singh.
Thank you Durlabh sahab for yor precious poem in the comment.
Much obliged.
Yousuf