At night you remembered something
In the morning you hummed the sweetest ghazals
“It’s the sun playing hide-and-seek again” you told the fog on the horizon
And your eyes revealed a face
And you touched mine…
Our tongues expectorated secrets
The ones we had forgotten to say to ourselves
We became one in that confession room
And it is blessed again…
And your red perfume still lingers
Haunting the niches of my pillow
Prickle me my love
and navigate through these hopeless mazes
The nostrils can breathe easy now
Your scent rescues us from the cold!
© A.R. Minhas 2016
A toe-curling welcome to the day — nice.
Thank you so much, Roger. I really appreciate your comments. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
You’re welcome. 🙂
The theme and aura of your blog is interesting, dark and mystic, and your posts and images too!
Thank you so much for your comment. Yes, I’m completely into that aesthetic, and you totally got what I’m going for with this blog. I also wanted to thank you for following me and I’d love to hear your feedback so please keep it coming!
Thank you for stopping by. Your writing and art are certainly different. I think it stands out from others! Best wishes. 🙂
Thank you 😃
You’re most welcome. 🙂
Phenomenal work, man.