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by Saima Afreen

Look around and the omnipresent beauty will find you in her myriad ways. Saima Afreen unleashes a whole new world in front of your eyes through her poem.

With Blue Nile spread on your lotus eyelids
And dark winter nights painted under your eyelashes
Where do you travel?

You do not walk on this Earth
You levitate on the mist of dewy dawns
Up above the vagabond clouds
To shoot rain of silver on sun-baked Sahara
And plant a kiss on the face of the Moon longing for the cerulean sea
You laugh and flip your fairy-wings
To sprinkle on velvety dreams the dust of stars

The last evening when the galaxies flickered in your eyes
And rain-soaked dark forests got intertwined in your ebony mane
Somewhere in the intense prayers escaping quivering lips
Words rose as minarets of a majestic mosque
Overlooking the garden of my heart
Where autumn leaves fluttered with zephyr
Like abstruse words scattered on a letter

Evening darkens bringing pink stars on your lips;
Slumber waits for the silent tip-toe of your dainty feet;
The music that your anklets produce
Gets drowned
In the song of rain
Emanating with the flutter of your wings

A diamond drop and a broken tune fall in the valley of my dreams
Getting turned into rhythmic rivulets
Where you see your reflection
Like sunshine
I laugh and break silver bells
Sipping a droplet
And lo!
Oceans of perfume flow inside me;

Sleepy thoughts seem to wake up
And float like clouds on the eternal firmament
With endless promises

O’ Daughter of Cosmos,
What’s thy name?
Faith, Hope or Love?

Saima Afreen grew up in Calcutta, smelling shiuli flowers and chewing different syllables. To breathe she churns poems; to earn a living she works as a journalist. Her poems have been featured in Contemporary Literary Review India, Visual Verse, Ræd Leaf Poetry, Open Road Review, Brown Boat, Coldnoon Travel Poetics, Wordweavers, Nivasini Publishers, The Asian Age, The Telegraph, The Times of India and many other publications. She blogs at http://afreenafreen.blogspot.com
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