Insipid Tremors Poem by Zain Durrani

Insipid Tremors



Flickering, shining, little tremors,
on the land of my heart, brief showers,
I'm obsessed with little now,
I'm afraid, greyed by a little more.

Jealous of bees, when it rains heavily,
the sky dressed, scantily, yet merrily,
a little of grey satiates the heavens,
and the glances of sun, satiate me.

You must be drenched too, 'tis rain,
desire, to touch every pearl,
along the way somewhere, where sky meets heaven,
briefly though, it must've met you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 10 June 2013

something tells me there is a good (for me) poem hidden here, but i can't seem to be sure i am following your thoughts. it has something to do, i'm sure, with the punctuation.........so many commas! and maybe too few periods. i don't know. are you talking about a deceased love who is now in or near heaven? ? ? maybe i should just accept the poem as it is. if i just listen to its sound and not try to understand it....like music when i don't listen to or comprehend the lyrics...i do like it. and the thing about BEES intrigues me but is a mystery to me. thanks for sharing.

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Zain Durrani

Zain Durrani

Srinagar, Kashmir, India
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