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Saumya Nov 2017
I dreamt of a moon,
While they wished for stars
You meant much more,
More than a star.


The breeze that blew then,
Healed all my scars,
But who knew then,
It was but a start.


Days went by,
We came so far,
But the space between
Turned into a space
Ever unreachable this far.


You were a moon then,
You're a moon now,
With a mere difference,
That you were my planets moon then
But  opted some other planet
To revolve around now.


I remember the days,
That made us laugh,
I remember the days,
That no more  last.


Now that you're other's moon,
I cry, I smile, and pray you bloom,
Pray in the hope I  see you soon.
But somewhere this piece of the abodoned heart,
Misses the part...My empty heart.


To love a moon,
Is a great, great thing
The memories still leave me smiling,
When then it makes me
Realize the scars,
That sure can't be healed any far.


The night so dark,
Stiched in glimmering stars,
Often makes me wonder far,
Wonder if you see me from the stars.


When I look deep into the pearly sky,
I feel them blink, and ask me why
Why Oh girl, we see you cry?
I smile, I smile, with a tear filled eye,
Tell them of a moon, who was so, so fine.


They glimmer, glimmer in pure delight
But end up in pain and helpless sigh,
Knowing the moon now,
Can never me nine.


The midnight breeze,
Caressess my cheeks,
Smiles thoughtfully,
Kissing my cheeks.


I close my eyes,
I disdain and grief,
And compel myself
To let them sleep.
And while my eyes
Shed a tear in grief,
It dries it off,
And sings me to sleep.
With its serene, serene lullaby.

Just a pondering :)

Lemme know how it was.
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'n' there at heights melodiously she flies
this lovely wonderful lookin' butterfly
the way of caressess from her wings
this wind that breezes whispers 'n' sings

tho landed upon clouds entered new skies
experiences brought by numerous flights
always trustin' upon the waves where to bring
the Only Trust 'n' Love onto which to cling

lessons to be seen in her very own strive
beauty to hold on to 'n' to ponder upon
right from the chrysalis 'n' from there on
none but nurturin' flowers all of her life

she a beloved of God, as she has always loved
her simple love that pollinated all 'n' above



..love always...




عرفان بن يوسف © AH 11/09/1440

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