Sometimes I'm blinded by your beauty.
Sometimes, I'm blind to your play.
The blindness comes and goes,
Yet, when the sight returns it rejoices, dances like a fish,
In the clear water of the almond shaped pond.
A falling leaf seems like the flutter of a butterfly.
The light from the sky becomes the quilt of warmth.
The air all around, seeped in your mercy, fills the hunger of the soul.
And all that the eyes see, is both muted and bold, silence and song...
Sometimes, I'm blind to your play.
The blindness comes and goes,
Yet, when the sight returns it rejoices, dances like a fish,
In the clear water of the almond shaped pond.
A falling leaf seems like the flutter of a butterfly.
The light from the sky becomes the quilt of warmth.
The air all around, seeped in your mercy, fills the hunger of the soul.
And all that the eyes see, is both muted and bold, silence and song...
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| Image Credit: Tabeenah Anjum Quereshi |
4 comments:
So vivid and beautiful. Loved it. :)
Thank you so very much, @Enigma. :)
..you write like the sufis..lovely n mystical..keep it up..Ismita :)
Very nice lines and very beautiful snap.
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