Two poems
by Farah Naz Ahmad
Light of my soul
Light of my soul, my darling love...
I remember once I wished
for you to fill up my summer day
You lavishly conferred me
a whole good season to spent with....
Ahh, my wholesome love!
Now that you are gone
And I have no more
summer days to dream on.
I no longer fancy to lie beside
the meadows of blue bell
I no longer cherish to pluck
tulips in abundance
I no longer wish to caress
the lush green with my tender feet
Nor do I yearn to galore the clouds
Drifting, crafting, sailing gently
Across the brimming sky.
I no longer feel the longing to quench
my thirst with deep, lasting kiss of ours
Under the canopy of weeping willow.
Nor do I long to take siesta
in the cave of your heart
Smearing my face softly,
sniffing the smell unhurriedly
And those mellow, dove- like strokes
Of your athletic fingers
sweetly tempering over my back...
No, I can not whim.
My mind must standstill
Heart must welcome solidity
Fate it is, after all.
Quietly I closed the wish box
Sealed it with tears of long gone
love, memories mutual dreams.
But sometimes in one of
those summer noon
Lazy lonely...
I just stare at the wish box
And reminisce about the seasons
I spent with you.
With tears in the twine
of my doe like eyes
I mange to smile...
My love bequeathed me
With memories of seasons
to relive alone...
Incognito
I.
So inquisitive is my majesty....
Tenderly he inquests,
Dont you thread poetry anymore,
My inamorata, my Josephine?
I smiled and all he could see
Is flickering glow of hope.
Sigh, he couldnt see the pain
Tearing apart my soul too.
With deepest smile , I answered...
Oh, my everlasting sapphire blue love
I have stopped playing with words.
Every time I weave dreams with words
It becomes my destiny!
II.
Oh, Josephine, my darling soul
You took me to many places
Of the earth.
We wandered aimlessly amidst
The woodlands, meadows valleys
Sauntered along the rivers, brooks shores.
Spring, summer rain,
Autumn winter
Our hearts mused together in one tone.
You took me to many places
undoubtedly my love.
But none were as exotic, serene
and beautiful as your soul,
As soothing as your heart.
Ahh, Josephine why do I need
to conquer the world
When I have won the heart of yours?
III.
So my majestic soulful mate
Do you say that I shouldnt
ruffle about my look?
So , you say , it doesnt matter
How do I look....!
May I ask my love,
What it is that matters?
And my aficionado replied:
the way I look at my pristine love,
and the way my love
catches my glimpse matter
beyond this world most..
