Dwell, I Do!
Of all the beautiful memories you remember
Hold them dear, keen to your heart forever
For those you reminiscence but not spare:
‘That I’ll be standing waiting here. . . .’
With last notes, by the oak, your footsteps to hear
Then when they deny you coming once. . . .
Memories of mine would render you wince
Because you know, in the vicinage of your heart, I’m not far
For dwell, I do!
In the midst of your heart
Bound amid chains of deathless love
And nil tainted are they, no dirt . . .
Dwell, I forever do!
Rapturously entangled in your presence
Like the concluding frailty of a seceding snow
Or the center queen of a tribal dance
Dwell, I do!
Of heavenly devotion, and of endless amity
While they spoke of Passion, Amour! Remember me?
Shrouded by melancholia, being on quest for serenity
When clouded was the realms of heaven, and so far you see
With panacea, by the Eden’s door, you found me near
The laurels were in bloom when I healed your wounds
Within my arms, you reclined, as downpour drenched the grounds
In the boulevards of futurity, thus when in pain, know I’m no far…
Here dwell, I do!
In you…….amid the core of your heart
Armored against the curse of coy and decay
My memories would live, as words…..or piece of art
Dwell, I forever do!
As thy keystone of your existence
Like that of an ensuing morning haze
When doleful, with caress, to kiss your face
Dwell, I do!!
Someday, deep down of you
I vow, you would know it’s true:
‘That within me…….you too
Dwell, you do!’
sinorita.bushra@yahoo.com
28/06/10
