The rain whistled.
A taxi brought me to your apartment building
And there I stood.
I had dreamed a dream
Of us in a bedroom.
The light shining upon us in white sheets.
You were singing me a song of your sailing days
And in the dream
I reached deep in you and pulled out a cardinal
Which in bright red
Flew out the window.
Sometimes when we talk
On the phone, I think to myself
That the deep perfect of your soul
Is what draws me to you.
But still what soul is perfect?
All souls are misshapen and off-colored.
Morning comes within a soul
And makes it obey another law
In which all souls are snowflakes.
Once at a funeral, a man had died
And with the prayers said, his soul flew up in a hurry
Like it had been let out of something awful.
It was strangely colored, that soul.
And it was a funny shape and a funny temperature.
As it blew away, all of us looking felt the cold.
But hope does not die till the end. There is hope that soul will come back with a new attire to face the struggle called life. Nice poem.Congrats for selection.
A fantastic love poem with love's all the shines and blues. Congrats on it's selection as modern poem of the Day.
Shades of love in three different ways nicely put together, I liked it.
My day to meet unusual poems! What a blessing to meet an entirely different approach to poetry coupled with a mind that flits from topic to topic until the reader sees at the end that all were threads she wove together in a stunning challenge to our thought processes. I am going to have to read more from this poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congratulations on being selected for Modern poem of the day.Well done Keep it up Col Muhammad Khalid Khan