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this poetry is a product of my continous dream series and the hero of my dreams :) |
Star in the window... By Bakhtawar Wasi When the day grows old in the misty evening, When the sun drops down upon the horizon When darkness swallow away the light You were there, try to forget you as I might. That funky style of saying things That breathtaking beauty upon the ring! That twinkling shine of thine eyes That bristling ferocity of thine smile My heart it took along the bait. Closing upon the marshes, Cutting all hedges clear. Running in upon telling me I’m the one who is the fair. Fair maiden of your heart, Getting my head to fall apart Your love is what I crave Without it I’m but a grave Life was a moment apart from night Waiting for me to embrace the light Your love light shown far, near all right Beneath the moors and above the skies. The hugging sensation of fireflies Beneath your love all it lies. The dusky November with it’s rain have come, Make way for love for the time has come. The lord and ladies of Eaves have, What chance and hope for the night star they have. A star that shines even in the light Showing upon it’s face it’s power and might Love sick has all the maidens become But his heart is content for the one who has come. A mortal amongst immortal beings Have changed his heart and doings. |