Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Half-hearted Heartstrings

The dying night wills a pledge,
Jinxing me to second-guess,
Eyelids foresee a telling edge,
Where all so reasons undress.

Brought along your blindness,
Sweetened with a choking black,
Sleeps between us our emptiness,
We dream all that we lack.

Stars reflect on a hellenic skin,
And crescent, in your orbs I bury,
Deciphering my diary is the sin
I commit for some bad fairy.

While your dreams melt away,
Dissolving like the last candle,
I shiver and drowse it astray,
The sketchiness I couldn’t handle.

Soon this fabled night dies,
And always plays a stalemate,
You once slept in curious eyes,
Now I but sleep in a portrait.


(¯`•._.•[Raajii]•._.•´¯) said...

ahh... this touches somewhere.
Beautifully done!

Netha Hussain said...

Wow...awesome work...really touching..

Esther said...

Beautiful writings :)

Fareed said...

Raajii- Gladsome it did that much to you.

Netha- 'Wows' are always acknowledged.

Esther- Danke!

~*~ Jal Pari ~*~ said...

"While your dreams melt away, dissolving like the last candle"..

I loved this metaphor.

"We dream all that we lack" .. this hit me in the right spot.

Beautifully done! And the sketch is amazing as well.

Fareed said...

Take my gratitude for being spot on. And yes, I'm sketch friendly but only when asleep :)

Americanising Desi said...

very touching and enticing!

Fareed said...