A Visual Image Poem by shakil ahmed

A Visual Image
(a poem by Shakil Ahmed)

Sometimes I lose myself
In the lap of remote past
Try to gather all scattered threads
To make a visual image
Of my forgotten by-gone days.
I love to remember
These sinful days,
Coins of guilt and shameless nights
Standing in the tender moonlight
And, then from the cauldron of smoke
A very familiar image slowly rises
Like the bulge of a round moon
But now her wiggling arms
Donot clasp me
Now her love doesn't hurt or reject
My fathomless heart
Now, sunset glow doesn't alight
On my tired eyes.
I passionately wait
For a new sunrise
All my doors are shut tight
None can enter here donning masks
In the shadow of dark night
But reluctantly still I remember
Her first lisping words
About a love-lit heart.