In Samarkand :
I dream of your eyes picking
up the moon beams
from decrepit Chinar branches
in Kashmir. I dream of your night.
I dream of your sky rattling against tinkle of your anklets.
The hues your blush wears
when I paint your nails
the motley colors of love.
I dream of those long walks in rain ,
the songs of strange silence looming in our horizons like blue bells.
I dream you, unknowingly, singing to lilacs :
” My eyes, my eyes? ”
I dream you , in the meadows of absence, complaining to daffodils :
” My eyes, my eyes? ”
My dreams figure you in my incomplete poems
What would your eyes look like?
They are bees. I can not resist their sting.
Copyright ©: Omair Bhat
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Goodbye by Robert Creeley
- Омар Хайям – Бог есть, и всё есть Бог
- Limitations by Siegfried Sassoon
- With his venom by Sappho
- Think No More, Lad poem – A. E. Housman
- Кастрюль и сковородок музыкант
- Владимир Степанов – Облако-овечка
- Unforgotten
- Lamp Of Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sonnet CVII: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor the Prophetic Soul by William Shakespeare
- Song of Myself by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Towards Understanding, Through Poetry
- A Sign-Seeker by Thomas Hardy
- Creativity in America and How Italians Can Learn From American Ingenuity
- Splenda by Rob Leatherman Sr.
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
