Poems I Write Are Not Mine Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

It’s not me,
It is you;
Who is making me write –
The dust of our invisible love,
The echo of our unheard moans;
The night I spent in your celestial arms,
The day you kissed me good bye.
It is no one else but you;
Who cry in my words,
Who live in my metaphors,
And die in the acknowledgements.
When they say Kamran,
Wow! What a wonderful write!
I smile and whisper your name;
My love! It’s you who made me write.


Yester-night
I was sleeping tranquil after a gloomy day,
You were with me
In a dream, which was seen by both of us;
I remember, what you told me
At the climax of our love life.
Kamran!
No matter if I am mortal,
It is worth than the union of two mortal souls;
That I would live in your poems
For always.


Dec 01,2009