My soul scatters
Into the colors of sunset,
Leaving the pigment
Of desires at the horizon.
The sorrows creep
Into the pores of my passion
Carving longings into the icons of separation.
Siren of autumn breezes
Freeze my blood,
The trumpets of numbness sounding
Like sickness sap my silence
Violating my heartbeats like violence.
When spring sun stares
Through the boughs of bulging desires,
Your love glistens- a dew of delusions,
And your promises melt away like illusions.
Zubair Ali
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delusions-and-illusions/
