Soft and silky words blossom on your tender lips
And melt like colored bubbles in thin air
Or, perhaps, like divine music, they are echoed
In my cloud shrouded sky within the self.
Uttered words are hardly heard
And yet they reach and reverberate in my heart.
I am used to seeing you in soft and charming light
And yet delight in seeing you pour out your heart
Like a delicious dish in a serving spoon.
You live in a royal house of glass and everyday
Across the translucent wall of your entity we see each other
Like a caged bird, you survive on the corns of memory
Flapping wings some times,finally surrendering to the destiny.
At times you are impressed by your own golden shackles,
Yet your determination to reach nature remains undiminished.
The miserable hearts strike against the wall of glass
Though the wall breaks not, bleeds the statue of heart.
Copyright@ Anis Ahmed