Knolls and lakes…..08 April, 2k11

Expectant gaze across the doors.
Oceans and skies on our floors.
Swept off your feet, at first glance,
tango in seconds, effortless dance.
Gaped and aped at painted men.
Our hearts bloomed, so much then.
Skipped that day from Ben’s side,
to lapping waters of queen’s ride.
Plucked holy berries at the hill,
Hand in hand by the watermill.
Head on his shoulder, silky hair.
Hand in hand, the lovelorn pair.
Giggled and sang the eternal song.
In those parks, by the age old gong.
It gently blew to caress your cheek.
As you gasped and just went weak.
Rushed the walks, not tender talks.
Dreamt, by attics and water lochs.
Weathered snows, for our sake.
Latte and pies, that freshly bake.
Across the bridges of a millennia,
whiffed natures aroma in magnolia.
Ambled the knolls, throbbing lakes,
dipped our hands in parting wakes.
In Mary’s close, like the moles,
And on Britannia, by distant shoals.
Neither the tubes dizzying haste,
nor the gargoyles’ watchful waste,
It wasn’t a reverie in yesteryear!
Ages away? No! Fresh and near!
A sniffle, a quiver, fumbling keys,
across the waters parting geese.
Goodbye blears, a nervous smile.
Through the counters in single file.
Strained, the bonds, are weary thin,
and a vacant blemish deep within.
Aroma of orchard apples, stills,
waiting for a dove, by my sills.

Original.
saadat tahir.
07 April, 2k11.
Islamabad.

                            
beautiful   ,    rhythmic    ,   sweet  .   Congrats !!!

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