Burning incense of longing drifts sleeplessly from the swaying pot, and I walk underneath these clouds of cold smoke, gazing into the distance. Racing eyes trace your reflection and focus defocus on your shimmering aura as I wait endlessly in this city of souls for your return to me somewhere in eternity.
Suspended particles of your image float, scattered through space, connected through invisible arteries, in a collage holding together pieces of your memories. Colors flow like tears falling from the earth into the pond of the night sky. Curtains of this heavenly aurora soak and glow with them as if a million gems were enflamed with the candlelight of a melting moon. An endless array of flower laden oil lamps hang in the air above the clear blue sea. Look at the stars descend and ignite them with a hazel flame tinted to the radiance of your eyes. My immortal pearl why do you sleep in mortality? The angels are calling you home. Borrow their wings and fly away. Let them guide you to me this eve.
I have been living in you eternally like a river always flowing into the ocean of your life. Even when you don’t see me or hear me I am with you, in you. The distance is not too far I promise; this dream is just a waking away. Just close your eyes and let go the arms of patience. Feel my embrace as you travel into timelessness. In the darkness of the night as our hearts romance hear my whisper comfort your solitude. Speak to me as you look at the moon and I’ll look at it from across the heavens and talk to you in riddles of the soul. Just listen to your heart in matters of the heart and you will understand all that I hold. And as it rains just open your arms when I carry clouds of our latent desires. I will fall with each drop of rain embracing your skin. I’ll run down your cheek, absorb into your heart, and breathe with your heartbeat. I’ll move through the strands of your hair whispering in your ear my insatiable thirst in all these years of silence and distance.
Eyes stilled on the horizon, feet beneath water, I await the promise endlessly and for the moment when eternity falls for you; for all these skies to turn back into doors of our time, mirrors of your reflection, shadows of your soul, and pictures of your smile. Just trust in me and rise, like an invisible droplet of rain, from the ocean. Wake up beside me. Let me walk by your soul and fight these storms. I will bear each tide of fears as they fall from moments of uncertainty.
Another step into the sea and I feel these waves curl through my toes and the trickling bubbles of time that paused as we walked through them. How I long for you, your touch, your feel as I cross this open sea into the distance. Will you meet me at the horizon where the sun of mortality melts into the sea of eternity? Or will you let me fade away like a dying matchstick that singes for eternity under the flame of longing?
As I swim the flute plays love and the violin cries desolation.
Junaid Afghani
23rd Sep 2007
7 comments:
Ok...m not much of a literature person but m actually impressed by your intensity of writing! have you ever fallen in love?? well its very easy to tell!!
GOOD LORD. Junaid you're too fri'ckin good!
Like totally beyond 'Whoa'
On the above comment: I'd think its overflowingly conspicuous, naye? :P Should I pray for you, mate? ;) hah
Okay, so I'm randomly checking out blogs and stumble upon yours :P Well, you having mentioned it in your fb profile was helpful too :D
nice prose
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The City in the Sea
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1809-1849)
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently —
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free —
Up domes — up spires — up kingly halls —
Up fanes — up Babylon-like walls —
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers —
Up many and many a marvelous shrine
Whose wreathéd friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in the air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye —
Not the gaily-jeweled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass —
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea —
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave — there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide —
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow —
The hours are breathing faint and low —
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
Well done Junaid. You keep amazing me.
IT'S AWESOME BROTHER
IT'S AWESOME BROTHER
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