@ Behind The Curtains Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Relishing in your likeness
Rendering sweet love
Behind the drapes of curtains,
Unto the not so well lit streets
I cherish the chaos of dusty paths.
A form wearing
In the formless harmony.
I felt the dripping waters
Through my palm and down,
My thumb and finger
The key to unlock the mystery,
Hold the two fingers together;
Rub the palms and then on the face.
A pianist’s woes
When music is a splash on the wall.
You were my subject,
Many things remained unsaid
The said one’s had the limitations
Of reason and word.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
April 14,2013.

Blue Curtains: Photograph by Ed Smith @ fineartamerica