In Samarkand :
I dream of your eyes picking
up the moon beams
from decrepit Chinar branches
in Kashmir. I dream of your night.
I dream of your sky rattling against tinkle of your anklets.
The hues your blush wears
when I paint your nails
the motley colors of love.
I dream of those long walks in rain ,
the songs of strange silence looming in our horizons like blue bells.
I dream you, unknowingly, singing to lilacs :
” My eyes, my eyes? ”
I dream you , in the meadows of absence, complaining to daffodils :
” My eyes, my eyes? ”
My dreams figure you in my incomplete poems
What would your eyes look like?
They are bees. I can not resist their sting.
Copyright ©: Omair Bhat
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Song Of Four Faries poem – John Keats poems
- Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ты холодна
- Владимир Высоцкий – Знать бы все до конца бы и сразу б
- Raise the head, child by Vinko Kalinić
- Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нараспашку, при любой погоде
- Владимир Британишский – У этой матери кормящей
- Robert Burns: Tam O’ Shanter: A Tale
- Владимир Маяковский – Себе, любимому, посвящает эти строки автор
- Egotist poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Inflexible As Fate poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот для чего мужику самолет
- Reveille by Primo Levi
- Love’s Divinest Power by Timothy Thomas Fortune
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