NUJHAT
Shehzaad Yavar
Copyright Shehzaad Yavar 2012
Smashwords Edition
Page 1
Before You, There Was The
Dream Of You
Somewhere someone was dreaming you up.
Someone was reckoning you with the angels.
His fancy was imbuing you with ethereal colors.
You had his mind's eyes to your beautiful names.
Somewhere someone was sighing for your brisk breaths,
While they evaded your lips,
Envisioning your tearful eyes of delight,
Inescapable grip of your charisma.
He was a partisan of your bareness,
Famously known as passion's abode.
You had not come yet,
But the reverie of you was salvaging his existence somewhere.
In his dark, deserted world
Where happiness never stopped by,
His long-suffered loneliness was calling out to you in his silence.
You became more than your absence,
While responding to his faraway plea.
So worldly divine. So devotedly true.
He was ever so complete with an intangible you.
Page 2
Where You Are
I cannot pinpoint,
But here is a mere hint of your whereabouts.
You are somewhere
within each iota of an imperishable utopian dream,
and beyond a mighty miracle,
that transcends paradise as I absolutely fathom it.
You are somewhere
within the pandemonium of reality,
and beyond the unconditional surrender of all chaos
to the tranquility of my closed eyes.
You are somewhere
within the devout smile my heart never knew to smile,
and beyond the best ode I am yet to write for the world.
High and low,
There you are.
Page 3
You Define Me
Without you,
I am like an abandoned, haunted house.
Between piercing silence and crashing whispers
Of the grumbling ghosts whirling everywhere,
I stand as a princely real estate nightmare.
With you,
I am revamped like a brand new dream,
Where the old days sail away happily,
Darkness embraces light with all its might.
Bricks as bones, you build me up again slowly,
I become a paradisaical kingdom to the marrow.
Page 4
You Are The Reason To My Rhyme
I love you like a beautiful melody of a flute,
That escalates like a long-cherished Supernova,
Then breaks into many cardinal pieces of deepness,
As the grace note follows them like a starlit aerospace.
Then I hold you close to my innermost core,
Like a frenzied flautist rarely stopping to catch breath,
To stand guard over every falling echo.
Why do I love you is how do I love you.