A Sleepwalk

By Abdul Haseeb

A Knock on my door!

Not expecting any visitors,

I thought it's the wind.

But, more subtle way

Like an 'unseen flower' does bloom,

It was You, entered in to the room.

Grabbing my robe

I followed you in to the darkness

Where i never felt "mid-May's eldest child"

I thought of Gibran,

The river flows with the memories

But of my forefathers.

Under the tree, a broken bone

befits my backbone in a thousand ways.

Fire flies, disappearing

Like the stars by the clouds,

Brought me the blurred images

But from my sealed day-dreams.

I, the child, wandered, wondering,

Relentlessly hearing

The gloomy Dane pondering

yet, 'to be or not to be?'

Ah! Shahrazad.

My nights are so long

Where you most belong

But, like a rain-left mirage

Summum Bonum!

And you fade fast,

Like a last leaf of the autumn

And I kiss you, my love, with

My trembling lips before I wake!

By Abdul Haseeb