Shameela Yoosuf Ali

Strangled thoughts and crushed dreams…
Cursed was my being of endless gleams.
Do not bind me into a mundane seam…
As I lay serene in the twilight stream.
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As I sit dissolving into the ageless sky
Once blue with my tears
yet again mauve with my blisses
My gist gaits along the kites swiftly.
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The long road spreads beyond the crimson horizon
Endless grains of sand miserable and forlorn
Reminding the aborted trails of a civilization
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Here comes he
Smiling coldly piercing the roots of being.
I stand here,
Not knowing what is proper and what is not
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Noon sun shone baking the roadside stones.
On my doorstep, a shadow fell motionless.

Torn was his clothes an unkempt being.
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Sun goes down leaving memories Red and orange
The turquoise sky wears a crimson drape
Birds fly soaring home,
Their wings sprinkling darkest of the nights…
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