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.
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
— The End —