A Known Stranger by Fiza Pathan
I am not a lyricist but I do possess a pen
Its blue ink pours out words of love upon the page
Like the merchant who pours our crushed almonds on his rough mat
I am not a poetess to the world
But when my dear sonnet in human form came unto me
Since then, I’ve been strumming the chords of my heart to tantalize my senses
I heard once there was a word indicating love
But what was its form, contours, taste and smell
All of it was unknown to me
But the day you flew into this vacant bosom with the tender wings of a harmless dragonfly
Since then I’ve been all a flutter within myself
Songs have I written about rapture, tender passion and adoration
But since you followed me into my empty world
I’ve broken down the ornamental gates of my heart
Thoughts of passionate affection reels me into the fishing net of your virtues
Yet who you are I am not enlightened to that
But if you were to decorate my eyelashes with your teardrops in sparkle
Then would I nod and absorb them into me with a sob of ardour and delight
Since you have watered this weed into a white blossom of spring
Since then the monsoon’s dark clouds have abated over my dark horizon
Yet you are a mystery unto me, your whereabouts which I have not a clue
But yet if you revealed your good name at least to my thirsty desert of a mind
I will take it to my sandy depths and place my pen to paper again
In love of a known stranger
Copyright © 2013 by Fiza Pathan
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