The Feeling.... Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I cannot sum up.
What I feel?
Am I really awake?
Or are you for real.
Your presence gladly felt.

I try not to run so fast.
In case looking at nothing but you, makes me fall.
But those eyes and that smile makes me feel high.

Little things that make the sum of you.
Make me feel so cherished.
My colour is no longer blue.
Its warmth vcreated by who?
You only know who you are.
That fantastic star.

I would follow you in orbit.
As Earth around the Sun.
But Kismat will ensure that your will always be someone else's fun.
Just knowing you is enough to fulfill my need.

In my old age.
When i am locked up in my body.
Grey and fall; ing apart.
I'll have sweet rememberance of you.