Heavy rains
Like two days before
Keep hiding the moon's bright face.
Sky darker
Than ever in this cold month
Efforts on to dampen heart.
The drizzle
Turns into showers
As I try to spot moon's rays.
It was bad
When Daphne was not there
For she outshone the moon.
Yet the love
Of my beloved woman
Has changed me and my thoughts too...
Her face shines
Smilingly now
And there is no heartache now
O beloved
Rare woman beyond the seas
Your love has ovetaken all...
And I feel
I am a changed guy
God is indeed most loving.
I knew not
You would win me thus
With your own kind of loving.
Let it rain
Or thunderstorm strike
You have my heart and rule me.
O Lord God
No matter how I thank
I cannot match Your favours.
This lady
Who loves me so much
Is Your best blessing on me.
Let it pour
I care naught for aught
Her unique love has cured me.
Unique love
Which no one can match:
Proclaim I to the whole world.
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay,on February the 13th, 2011).
TO THE VISUALLY CHARGED
gregarious gazer
hold ready
your gracious
grieving heart
no cloud would
dare betray
ere whisk away
the winning
smile of your moon
cloaking the two
of you
many shades darker
in your gloom
a tender moment
thus
is but God's way of
saying
'To The Visually Charged'
as the misty eye sees not
for what the lonesome heart
ravenously yearns.
so fear not
for love is not love
without the many lessons
it learns....................
you know who!.......... so why type it? ( laughs)
(oh, and ( sighs!) lucky darn woman too!)