Treasure Island

ijlal haider


Barefoot to heart... ode of love


what eyes says is truth,

when lips zipped loose.

heart hold smile,

when beat wait a while.

my dreams woke up

thereon,

you come with the song of dawn.

come, come barefoot to my...

as clouds crawl in the sky,

flies freed beneath the high.

snail surf sea shore,

inches inches cover to more

breeze breaches the green most.

stormed ship reaches the coast.

come, come close

barefoot to heart...

i feel you in dewdropp after long wait night,

last little, completes the leaf life

i feel you in dusk dove after long bright noon

thy returns completes the moon

i feel you in first rain, after long thirst drought

few drops complete the monsoon.

i feel you in everything my life is missing...

come, come soon

barefoot to heart....

Submitted: Sunday, December 04, 2011

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