It was a chilly night, and the night was still in it's youth.
The breeze was so humble and kind.
Providing so much comfort and a sweet whistling melody.
And verily I was wondering around unawares of what destiny had this time to my surprise.
Much oblivious to the accident that befell me, or was it a plot of coincidence set-up by God... I knew not.
I saw you from afar like a how a fisherman sees a good catch.
The new moon was shedding its luminance just right above you, your face is a profound luster.
And the night terrain revealed your brilliance in exquisite detail.
The darkness of your hair blending with depths of the night.
As if already prepared to amaze me, I love pony-tails.
And those big round ear-rings clanging as though they were the keys to my heart.
O my word!!! what a perfect picture? Mona Lisa must be jealous.
And for a moment, I lost all my senses but sight.
My eyes were transfixed, locked unto one gorgeous aura.
Everything else was blur, in my blindside... but you, in a sharp focus... I needn't a camera lens.
I was deaf at an instance, because everything else was a meaningless irrelevance.
And there, a whole world was standing before me in a sleek dress.
A dress that portrayed modesty in a stylish form so humble.
I wonder how a maiden could snatch attention with so much ease.
And Even if you bolted away with it, I'd still be struck enough.
Incapable of screaming and triggering a burglar alarm.
I just stood there charmed but consciously appreciative of such fineness.
I couldn't tell if you pulled a magic trick.
I didn't see you chant nor swing a magic wand though.
And as You approached my direction in a slow strut.
Time was relative, the whole moment was in slow motion, and minutes were micro-seconds
your carefully defined steps synchronized along with my heartbeat.
Your musk, would summon anyone from afar, like an expensive cologne from the heart of Paris.
I must argue that no daughter of eve must have privilege to such immense beauty.
Your eyeballs are so poisonous, gazing into them kills me.
And I must agree that you don't need a crown, a throne, a string of pearls, diamonds and a posh cloak to be a queen.
And i wonder; How do you manage to look in the mirror and still escape suicide?
And your smile? very infectious
I could be sick all day reminiscing.
And yet no pills would be able to relieve me.
I wondered; what the hell was happening to me?
Verily, i was lost in so much nervousness.
And when you finally moved your lips to speak to me...
... my alarm rang, and i woke up.
It was all a dream.
A dream I'm still chasing in reality.
I may not believe in Love at first site', but i do believe that the first sight is always the first step.

Mystery

Love; it is gentle, warm, calm, kind, merciful, serene, peaceful and a light. Isn't it rather mysterious then, that this same wonderful emotion can spawn hate, jealousy, malice, greed, hypocrisy and darkness? It's like a kindled fire; it provides you warmth and heat, but it can also burn you down to ashes. The love of power lies in the power of love... Kindle with care!

Heart And Vase

I saw the charm
I saw the sparkle
I lost all my senses but sight
She caught my attention, everything else was noise and irrelevance
She was the most beautiful glass vase from the outside
So I poured out my heart to her... till it overflew its brim
She shed blood... my blood
The leaking only showed how severely perforated she was
Like a sieve... It only took time for everything to drain... Nothing remained.
As it dripped gradually and slowly, so did my hope.
There was blood gliding on the floor
Marking the trails of the love that i had poured forth
I fell in love...
I fell in love with this world.
I set my expectations high like a kite
But disappointment rained down on me like cats and dogs
I put my trust in the wrong places... On the wrong bases
Poured it out into perforated vases
I didn't know if i should walk out of the door
Or leave it creaking so I could be convinced to try again
Hope would always speak to me in my times of solitude
But in time, my patience was barely a tea cup full
And God spoke to me in those verses inscribed in the Quran
Always preaching patience and hope
I may lose hope in myself...
... But I will never give up on God.