Today while I was reading a poem in a poetic soirée, the poem slowly began to shed its Urdu clothes and started appearing in apparels of English words; here is the result:
Your Touch
After a long time tonightI felt your touch soft and fine
A shiver ran down my spine
Lightening flickered, struck by being
Spread fervently through my veins
Scorching and melting me again
I was engulfed in the flames of desire
And the molten fire of passion
Began to ooze from every pore
Drip by drip gaining momentum
A storm broke up into my soul
Drowning and drowning away I went
Down the ocean of your depth
Till I reached the core of you
Breaking my fall; resurrecting anew
When, I resurfaced I was pure
Pristine like the waters of Nile
Waves of which come back to caress
Tenderly kiss the beloved shore
Calm after passing of the Storm...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Image: Indian Miniature painting 'Randezvous on the Terrace'
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2007-05-23 at 20:16
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