Lamentations I I lamented myself most When in the evenings heat When under the big trees with leaves Covered all with dust and had become heavy When the monsoons were about to begin And dark clouds bringing the much awaited rain When your gorgeousness appeared Out of the high corners of that balcony Which these eyes had adored so much And when in the evenings spell of the fall The colors like the flowing vision of the one in vigil The colors in surrealist shapes mixing dream and reality In that appearance with the flowing hairs aroma And laughter like beads of precious stones With colors varied and like crystals clinking An angel on earth with wings of fresh breeze Red lips like the bud of a rose And eyes dreamy like a miniaturists painting Of the gazelle eloquent I lamented myself most When in my dispensation I gathered the courage to say that I love you And the surprise that played on your lips I lamented myself most When I felt that I am loosing you When I said that I have nothing to say And that you will haunt me for the rest of my life And when the heavy shower of monsoon poured in I lamented myself most when your dreamy presence Was no more a part of my fantasy I lamented myself most when my jailer held me back For my wish would have been otherwise From: The Voices Collection Sadiqullah Khan June 2008. Half sick of shadows by John William Waterhouse @ Maher Art Gallery
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