Treasure Island

Humera Sultana

(Hyderabad, India.)

Epiphany


As the tear of Time
Trickled down the
Face of Life
I saw a Moment
Roll down its cheek.

A moment made of
Millions of minute
Myriad spells.
A moment tinted with
Colourful colors.

A moment that lay
Bare and throbbed
Wild and chained
Panted and gasped
Sobbed and gurgled.

A moment that was
Dark and luminous
Parched and quenched
Tender and strong
Pain and joy.

A moment
Circled with a halo
Gathered me in its radiance
To feel eternity.
A moment
That infused awe
And a pleasurable dread
A moment of ecstasy in pain
A moment of utter worship
A moment that never slept
A moment that lay awake.
A moment called Love

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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  • Bright Morn (4/11/2013 9:57:00 AM)

    Wow what an imagery, with every line I closed my eyes to see that vivid picture u drawn by words, the theme is also great and a nice title given,10 for it: -) waiting for more... (Report) Reply

  • Zekra Wadei (4/6/2013 2:40:00 PM)

    A poem that's full of delicious literary vocabularies... I liked it... And I'm wondering about the Title's meaning..! Zekra (Report) Reply

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