Last Night

Maybe, we've forgotten

that colors are illusions.

From where we stand

and look at life,

it seems so real.

Step back,

it's all an illusion.

Somehow, everything

manages to be (a) beautiful (illusion).

Last night, I peeked into your soul.

Your enchanting smile,

you and your ways

don't reflect your soul.

And still, it was so full,

full of realities,

that manifest as illusions

in the outside of your soul.

I finally

didn't need any reasons

and explanations,

I could just believe

without any doubts making me blind.

Your soul is an answer,

to all the questions

I've been looking for.

It is the language

of perfect sense.

Now, I don't need 

to stand here

and look at you

or at myself. 

'cause last night,

we were one.

And all the voices 

that keep screaming your name

suddenly hushed down.

My heart stopped beating

and I felt alive.

It was when I lost my mind,

I made sense.

I felt complete.

I no longer needed worries

to keep me going on

or happiness,

to celebrate life.

'cause last night,

I was glamorous

and realities,

came true.

I couldn't dream anymore.

I was done.

Winter was happy

in summer

and everything, was

one.

 

-September 6th, 2013

11.00 am

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Your soul is an answer,

to all the questions

I've been looking for.

It is the language

of perfect sense.

Now, I don't need

to stand here

and look at you

or at myself.

'cause last night,

we were one."
Wow. A very beautiful write and insanely glamorous. The title , the poem , the font are all great ...:)

[Mehak Mushtaq]

Thank you so much Sami. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I sense your emotional drive, very inspiring!

[annie lee]

Another intimate lovely poem. I love the short lines, the direct wording and the total lack of pretense. An interesting fact about the colors: the prism is real, the light is real, but the colors are only an intangible result of their coupling.

[Leslie Philibert]

this a personal statement, written with thought and power.