Arshed Ali
28/5/2024
I have drenched myself
in the perfume of your love,
though you are still
shapeless in the page
of my sight.
When darkness comes,
your divine smile
sparkles and reflects
on my isolation.
But unfortunately, I fail
to catch your hands
and heart,
Sweet-scented breath
spills onto my secret
place,
that resonates and
rings all the time
ablaze.
Your face can't be
drawn with defiled art
and
that goes undefined
on the pretext.
When I sink into my
repentance well,
I visualize your
amorphous existence,
and sweet smell.
