Softness of voice so consoling
Chosen words spoken discreetly, gratifying
Rhythmic undulation at the end of each
It's all coming back; I'm remembering you
Lashes when they are low
Extending commissures but too slow
Elevating cheek with dimple inside
It's gathering all; I'm remembering you
The shawl you bear
to cache the beauty of hair
Large is that for the wave is too long
Has an immense dark hue; I'm remembering you
Situation sets grave, words losing their craze
You are infront of me, I'm talking to you
Lost inside the way you smile
my ever ending line getting unlined
Hours pass, still no time has passed
You are conversing with me; I'm remembering you
Things in your entree, of course great in taste too
Infatuation behind, there's a difference inside
Sweat of thy hands mixing away hors d'oeuvre
Though can't give buss, still have the imprint of you
Tasting your touch; I'm remembering you
The light when it gets reflected from your smooth skin it is reaching me
Air through your hair, the smell it is carrying to me
Syllables left in space to travel forever, their echo still encroaching upon me
Can't move over my hand though beauty is at hand; yet
reaching the distance, I'm still having you
(Usama Ahmad Rana- 1: 30- 2: 00pm July 7,2011)
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