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
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- The Land by Rudyard Kipling
- Impresa by Satish Verma
- A Captive Throstle poem – Alfred Austin
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- Running To Paradise by William Butler Yeats
- Before Dawn poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Handy Man by Shel Silverstein
- A Dream Pang by Robert Frost
- Dinner Date by P.J.Reed
- Юнна Мориц – Ручеек
- Владимир Британишский – 1942 год
- It was a Lover and his Lass by William Shakespeare
- I Am There by Mahmoud Darwish
- The Zilver-Weed by William Barnes
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