Your Presence Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

I just only know you were there,
If my breaths felt you, perhaps
I might believe in your presence.

If only a drop of your emotions,
Dripped on my forehead,
Went down
Into the deep recesses of mind,
Perhaps I might believe
You were there beside me.
Though I never saw you,
Yet I heard your voice
Felt your desires vibrating
On the silvery lake of your voices.
I felt the falls of your words
Cherished the desire to feel,
Felt you and your fast restless breaths
On which I had my least control.
Only I know there had been distances
Between you and me, division as does
The drawn tropical curve.

If I could see your voice,
I might knock
At the door of your emotions,
I could say, “See me too,
My plight is the same as yours
Across the vibrating voices
Which you too might have felt
As you smell fragrance
Of the dew-washed petals
Early in the morn,
Likewise I did feel your voice.”

Your eyes
Bore reality of the ocean in surge,
In the ebb and flow of your voice,
From the ringing tone of your phone,
In twilight of the same wintry eve,
I felt your presence, for the first time.