Images Of Falling Poem by Zaffar Qureshi

Gently wavering thoughts of cotton,
falling hearts,
in an incessant autumn.
Dry winds of agony blow,
against the last branch,
laden with snow.
The sea falls,
into a drop,
life is an eternal paradox.
The attic window,
curtains green,
the sky is pale,
and a shadow leans.
Tea or coffee -
ambiguity.
A Sweet flickering of the lips,
rose petals on sunken ships,
"to love or to let go "
in silent hills,
a voice echoes.