Sunday, 6 April 2014

She Said

She Said,
''Poet why do you look at me this way?''
I replied,
''An artist first pictures elegance in his mind, then on a page''

For I saw the cruelty
Underneath your facade
Outside there is beauty
Inside an evil so odd

A shape so unbalanced
Impossible to distinguish between Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde
A body ripe to be touched
Yet a soul that has constantly driven men blind

She Said,
''Poet why do you not glance at me like the others?''
I replied,
''A writer himself creates characters''

For I see you as you are
My penmanship will depict you
Just alongside the ever-fading moon you are a forgotten star
Though my lips still wish to kiss you

And I ache in this sweet bitterness
That is life
Will you be my savior from this inwardness?
As your figure tells no lies...


Anonymous said...

Why did it have to end?

Abdullah Riaz said...

Because the world is not a wish granting factory ;)
Thanks a lot reader on Nisar's behalf

Nisar Masoom said...

Haha, I agree with Abdullah's statement - as all good things must come to an end.