The colours of us
1 March 2016
Radiant
Your presence a gift
I unwrap
In silence
You are present in absence
Soundless story told
Love defines
Landscapes of hushed pines
Ringing soft
Needles’ rhymes
Working their magic mending
Tattered souls of old
Trails are cold
The scent of heart stays
Beyond stamps
Of meaning
Beyond the doubts now clearing
Remnants of footsteps
I am strong
Will more than biceps
Birthing stars
I exhale
Stories of love told on Mars
Which fierce spears inhale
Eye to eye
We meet our semblance
In mirrors
Of bright words
The shepherd beckons to herds
Through staff in the pen
Clucking hen
Cooped up in the dark
Her wings torn
Her eyes wild
She loses a daily child
Harvests of the mark
Trading point
Our prayers now joint
Hidden walls
Cold membranes
Count of numerous blue valves
Between Heart and brains
We see not
The wilting jasmine
That invokes
Scent of spring
The ghost of love that we bring
It beckons dying
We will dance
Like sightless flowers
Pliable
Bending slow
To the winds orchestrating
The colours of us
Reading of the poem:
He needs me – Hindi Zahra
The Man I Love – Hindi Zahra
Stand up – Hindi Zahra
Silence – Hindi Zahra
At the same time – Hindi Zahra
Beautiful Tango – Hindi Zahra
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