Colourless Dreams Poem by Shameela Yoosuf Ali

Sun goes down leaving memories Red and orange
The turquoise sky wears a crimson drape
Birds fly soaring home,
Their wings sprinkling darkest of the nights…

Hand in hand a young pair passes me
Sewing Marigolds in a white cloth.
My gaze falls silently on my lonely shadow
A cry forlorn and weary far from the horizon…

I hear but my own soul is howling in despair
The voiceless noise of a breaking heart…
Have your ever given ears to that noise

My rainbow dream was soaked in black dye
Aroma of the muscular pungent scents on Friday
Reminds me none but him and his strong charisma
Now sleeping under the earth wrapped with my heart.

I stopped cooking flavoursome saffron rice…..
For it brings but our vibrant Sundays back
Past happiness is present misery
How true are these words of agony

As the night spreads with the moon and the stars
As the lonely breeze knocks my raggedy doors
My emptiness so sullen and morose haunts me
Shadow of life really I am for I am a WIDOW

©Shameela_Yoosuf_Ali

2012.04.11


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