Unsolved Riddles
When it still feels like the night before,
I don't want to miss her anymore.
I know I want her right beside,
Because looking at her I melt inside.
She is:
The tattoo on my wrist,
and the lines I hide in my fist.
The words on my lips unsaid,
the rhythmic tune drumming in my head.
The one who has left me tongue-tied,
about whom my heart has not lied.
The finest piece of Art,
the skipped beat of my heart.
The most exquisite statue,
I'll always be there to catch you.
Somedays when I'm awfully low,
just thinking of you gives me a glow.
Such is this "unquoted" love of mine,
without you here, sun forgets to shine.
A heaven sent boon,
it's like the stars without the moon.
We walked-in my rising morning dream,
hands in hands along the stream.
And finally with roses and my heart to offer I bent down on my knees..
..Confessing my love among the withering trees.
Then the air smelt of magic,
Not all such stories are tragic.
Like an eternity in a little,
And an UNSOLVED RIDDLE.
-Abu Talha Ansari

'I wish I had a quiet tomb,
Beside a little rill;
Where birds, and bees, and butterflies,
Would sing upon the hill.'

If you think of me in the spring,
think of dogwood petals
in my hair, greener grass
and new beginnings.

If the summer solstice
finds you walking alone
in the garden of the moon,
remember that I'm somewhere
walking alone, too.

If you sing of me,
sing in the fall
in blue flannel and jeans
like the saddest song of all.

And if I pretend to die,
and you pretend to weep,
I promise to do it in the winter
when there are no flowers
to send in your pretended grief.

Here we are, shadows of ourselves
screaming desperately into a void
hoping that our echoes will reach the ******
and they, in their curiosity, will return
but the void is just empty dark
and no ghosts nor angels dwell here
it is just as empty, and lonesome
as your brittle heart now is,
the same heart that jumps with excitement
when the returning voice screams back
"COME HOME"
alas, an echo from shadow
the void is empty my dear

we are shouting at the dark.

A dozen chairs
haphazard
in the service entrance
the boss says
you can have
any or all;
the junk man comes tomorrow.
None are broken.
Perhaps too firm,
or too soft,
not supportive enough
or someone
just couldn't get
comfortable
with this one.
The one I found
on the third try
is plain and strong,
has my back
where needed
and holds me
at the proper height
where I see best.
Strange who
some will toss aside
as worthless.