DESIRE OF THE DESIRE LESS

My Heart's Privilege

My native dweller to my heart's bows,
meet me, I am drowning
in the ocean of sadness,
Oh, you Mystic maverick,
meet me.
Don't touch the dust, be my lucky charm,
Spring of friendship and love
will bloom and flourish
while living in the dying kingdom.
There, to that land, which
You often visit.
I hear the trumpets
of desolation and loneliness no more,
and the warmth of being kept
in your arms.
I wonder how calm, and persistent
You are.
Where, the gamblers are
reigning with inadequacies,
I find myself in the rustic gloom,
as a nomadic maid.
Just an ordinary girl, a gypsy soul,
Your eyes have stars, in clusters
Oh, my native, my muse.
There is no blue shield,
Of miseries and regrets
in this holy place.
Just close your eyes with mine,
Let the tears roll down, and my feeble
heart bear this little flower.
Let me wake up with the Moonlight in the sight,
Wrapped in the delicacies of devotion to you.
I just keep looking for the words,
to write poems, to cherish the bond.
Oh, my native, my hope
You will ask me one day,
What color are you wearing?
Why not adorning yourself?
Listen to something you love,
Why don't you say,
No promises, no mischief
No order, no reason.
But just an exchange of the purest feeling,
Like a candle mourning, though beaming
the orange and crimson blood.
I am encouraged by you,
Oh, my native, the one with the strongest roots.
The unsaid Words that are still heard
by my heart and the moments,
which I will have the right to claim.
I am the moon whose fairy moon
You are...
But far, far away, like the desert, and
I am standing bare-foot,
I'm looking, I'm running with my
shattered soul.
Oh, my native, meet me,
Tell me everything, speak to my anguish and brings me the peace,
the peace like flowing waters and silver clouds.
Put down the veil, scratch out the darkness
and embrace me, enlighten me.
Oh, my native, let us write
the melancholic mystery,
the sacred scripture of endurance
and humility with the hues of
love and truthfulness.

© Annum Shabbir Raja