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The mysterious breeze

September 2, 2008

The night is still and


The moon is enwrapped

In the curtain of clouds

He appears in my thoughts

Hidden, masked

Like a silhouetted figure


Who is he?

The man of my wordy world…

Before I could figure

A mysterious breeze

Typical of sultry summer nights

Blows across and

Sweeps him away from the

Screen of my mind

6 Comments leave one →
  1. September 3, 2008 3:57 am

    The guy is your IDEAL in life!

  2. September 3, 2008 4:13 am

    Very nice! 🙂

  3. Ayesha permalink
    September 3, 2008 3:24 pm

    Thank you N and Aadil!
    Well not at all Nadeen… the entire thought came from the breeze blowing a few nights ago… I thought it was so mysterious and that is how I wrote down this poem 😛

  4. September 4, 2008 8:08 am

    Ayesha, if a breeze can do that, wonder what an actual inspiration will yield. Very fascinating stuff. always enjoy reading your work 😛

  5. September 5, 2008 10:51 am

    That was lovely 🙂 Quiet deep and cute… Btw Loved your name “Ayesha”… Be blessed!

  6. Ayesha permalink
    September 5, 2008 11:17 am

    Exquisite: I also wonder… it would be magical I think 😛

    BholiBhali: Thanks! Your nick is very interesting… never thought of it before 🙂

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