WISH- Nazeef Khaleel.

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WISH

-Nazeef Khaleel.

The vast sky, the chirping birds, the sea, the mountains, lilies, roses and you. .my eyes searched for you. My heart yearns for you. It yearn to dive into the deep oceans of your eyes. You were as far as the sky is from the earth and as close as my skin to the heart

I could see the honey falling from your lips, sense the smell of jasmine from your sacred body. Your words- pure and holy that traveled in the blanket of air to unfurled happiness.

 I remember the first time I saw you. The peacock colored dupatta, the khankhan of your anklets, the sound of your bangles that reminded me of Nightingale's voice. You were a candle that enlightened the atmosphere. You were like a falling star, a flowing river, rose without thorns and the lines of poet Galib. . .

How I wished to touch your slender figure that were regarded as a sacred body, a monument
whose folks gave example of beauty and highness.

I stood there, watching the timeless beauty. How I wished to see you closely. How I wished to hold your hand and take you to the mountains of Nashemann. How I wished to show you the silver line of a new dawn.


 "Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle"
(Thousands of desires, each worth dying for...
many of them I have realized...yet I yearn for more.)

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