By Anam Naheed Khan
So, I am fluky,
and at loss of words,
fantasizing about the perfectly-perfect moment,
when I'd meet you, after an eternity
in what I've lived a lifetime,
lingering onto your memories.
Though,you are safely engraved
in every nook and cranny
of my existence.
Your face, the depthness of your eyes
your smell, your hands, your touch
and every little 'you',
has never faded away.
Still, I've missed you,
with every breathing cell in me
-and every dying one yearns for you
I've missed you,
with my every heart beat
-and the lifetime between them
I've missed you,
with my dawn - and with my dusk
and, oh! I've missed you
with everything I had
-and everything you've left of me.
From every place, to every person
From your every look, to letters of your name,
I've carried you
in my memories, in my thoughts
in my fingertips,
in every cell and corpuscles,
this gushing blood and beating heart
and edges of my brain!
But, do not meet me
'cause its hard to have you across me
-and not crash into your arms.
Merely laying my eyes onto you
would transport me into a twilight zone.
It is difficult, no! impossible
to look into those eyes
and, then, look away
So, do not look into my eyes
For, they'd give you the naked proposal
of my long savoured love
of your homecoming
and of your longingness.
And, do not smile
'cause it's enigmatic!
and, I'd be helpless in containing my heart
It'd either blush or stop beating permanently
Also, do not touch me
'cause the outburst of emotions
would be intoxicating, killing me inside.
My eyes have longed to see you,
and ears have yearned to hear you,
and my skin have itched to hold you,
and my soul is thirsty of yours.
But, still, do not meet me,
as my soul is afraid to loose you,
on my mediocrity!