Asma Khan


Rolling Desires - Poem by Asma Khan

In the exile of the midnight blues
Roaring thoughts reckoned me to amuse


Insomniac stars starred at me in wonder
as if this life was a coincidence of a plunder


No longer beyond your crumbling voice
could anything compare to my slient joys


Nor the tenacious dreams could hold on to the the destiny
why would one question this confused irony


For I have seen the rubbles rumbling loud
wrapped in remembrance of my shroud


In the fire, what I left for you was my soul
was it not, what made us whole?


Your shadow burnt brighter in the unextinguished fire
stirring longings in the blood of desire


Arms of the wild sea gathered my loneliness
whispering sweet dreams in my happiness

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

Form: Lyric


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A beautiful thought turned into words

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016



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