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Humaira Fatima Aug 2019
  انت تمر عبر عروقي
الماء يمر عبر الدفق
انت منحت حياتي ...
الكحل يعرف عيني

I love you..

Adore you...

You run through my veins

Like ...

The water runs through stream

You give my life...

...the definition

Like the kohl defines my eyes
My first attempt at writing a peom in Arabic.... The most beautiful language in the world... So why not :)
Tanaya Oct 2018
I open my eyes,
Flip the pages,
Stop by the one with the coffee stain,
There's a killing pain.
I close my eyes,
and read the verses of the poetry,
Word by word, Crystal clear
There's your memory
It's haunting me.
I open my eyes,
The page remains,
There lay the letters smudged
By not just the coffee stains,
But dried blood from my veins.
The Blood now wet with tears,
and the black of the kohl in my eyes...
Prabhu Iyer Aug 2018
Can daybreak ever
bring darkness home?
The dried kohl is witness:
Aeons old, such a story
has been left behind,
unsaid, unsaid;

Does spring ever bring notice
of the coming fall?
Oh the rains sometimes
bring rumblings
of miffed skies -

Shoots that drop off stalks,
have not all
fallen for nothing,

Was the little window of dreams
Laying my head down,
stealing my sleep?

Aeons old, is such a story
that has been left behind,
unsaid, unsaid;
Easily one of the best songs in a Hindi language film of the last decade, 'Ankahee' (Unsaid) is a masterpiece by lyricist Amitabh Bhattacharya:

Notes: Kohl is a dark powder used as eye makeup in the East. Masterful use to describe the kohl-lined eye of a female protagonist viewing the pathos-laden dawn.
Rajinder Apr 2018
From the kohl filled sensuous eyes
passion, drooled over your luscious lips
exploding quivering desires.
And your tongue devoured

the nectar permeating
each pore of my body
sending ripples of primordial echo
through our entwined
pulsating fiery shells.

I keep licking my lips
rekindling your taste.
The amrut lingers.

Those two kisses sealed my life
from 'yours' to
'yours only'.
YUKTI Jan 2018
My dust covered Kohl once said that, "he love your eyes when I am in them..
He left and you cried..
cried and cried..
and then stopped using me..
Did you ever feel how your eyes look without me?
How I feel kept for months on your table without any use?

So my dear let me adore your eyes once again and go and see the world once again
Night has enveloped, to give me some relief,
Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief.

Where blood quenches the thirst,
Disloyalty is faith last and first,
Is the religion my beloved belongs to.

I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand.
Let me take her by the hand.
Heard of her about sorcery.
Her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb,
From just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila.

My nights worthless, body breathless,
Every moment, feeling restless.
Be silent and hear, hear me, my cries,
Don't forget the promise you swore,
I have lost my childhood over you.

Don't know, how these years left me alone,
Sufferings, separation, theft me alone.
I never knew how pain excrutiates.
Sometimes, I enlivened you my dear,
Love is a blessing, and not a fear.

In a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn.
Glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn.
I gaze from a window in Kashmir,
For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing.
In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying.
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2017
There is a dream
Most beautiful of all.
To touch it once for all
longing night burns
down reduces into kohl.
Everyday scurries to this  
swarthy twilight black hole.
Sa May 2015
At night,
the grey clouds of
her dark memories
cover her sky.
As it gets darker,
rain starts to fall on her face
her kohled eyes,
an already leaden pillow.

— The End —