Finger's Touch Away! Poem by sophia hayyat

I seem to have forgotten to live in the surrounding moments.

I linger on the margin,

Aching past,

Uncertain future.

Winking stars,

Heavenly luminous streaks of light falling upon me, ,

Distracting me,

Alluring me.

Why can't i evade paraphernalia for a moment's sake?

The gray dotted sky,

The central quiet disturbed by sounds 'around'.

Un-wanting, not needing sounds.

The stillness and subtle movement of existent air.

Where has gone the sound of it,

The overwhelming battering,

Asserting their presence around?

Why can't i feel the two dancing and,

Making love in their disappearance?

The humid air wettening them,

Intensifying their passion,

Encompassing their love through centuries to come.

Those sleek and silky locks covering

Board broad and 'brave'.

Herself sinking into it.

Hiding his bravery or,

Emphasizing her delicate beauty?

No!

Quite wrong!

Absolutely wrong!

The board broad and brave hides the locks...

The chest with complexity of its own.

Either hides the delicacy- subtle unloved beauty or,

Emphasizes the bravery.

No!

Quite wrong!

Absolutely wrong!

It is the bravery being injected into beauty

Beauty grasped by the board broad and brave.

Grasped by inhaling the aroma of it,

Tasting essence of it...

The two diametrically opposed

Locked together into oneness in a complete moment.

It is still light-the sky,

Still soft-the wind,

Still sparse- tiny stars but...

Not in the center.

No longer the focus.

Right in front of draining eyes and,

Margins of reason.

The two hovering at the midst of sky and earth

At finger's touch away,

Far off incomprehensible conversations' intervention away.

The course to journey,

The story locked inside.

Where sky-as it is- still hovers.