Your Eyes...

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why is it that my imagination
is full of tragedy!

I look into your eyes
and my imagination
triggers off...

I walk along with you
on the narrow trail,
hand in hand.

I climb up,
I extend my hand
and pull you up

smiling, laughing,
walking, talking,
we keep climbing up

this goes on for a while
until we reach the pinnacle
of a scenic mountain top

you are in my arms.
I can see clouds
hugging the mountain below

force of the wind is such
that I am unable to keep
my balance

here is beauty
along with fear

I want to be here.
I want to be near.
Yet, I fear
to be here

I look away.
Yet,
I want to look
into your eyes.

why?

- Musten Jiruwala

Comments

Aarti said…
Wow,dint know there was a poet hidden here..
This was beautiful...
2/1/07 11:05 AM
Raaga said…
so many sides to you!!
26/6/07 7:12 PM
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