Tonight

I sat beside the shallow river of memories,

listening to the whistles and hisses.

Its been decades now we split up,

the violet gown of our feelings and emotions.

Before the crimson red light cross the border,

I'll hold my pains in my palm,

swallow my pride and devour my egos.

I'll walk barefooted on thorns of my misdeeds

to feel the wieght of your tears,

the day I cut off the bond

and let our love flys in the air

like new year's eve fireworks.

Before the lazy sun crawls down the horizon,

I will embark on a quest,

to the highway we wrote our love story

before the summer wind tussles with-

the tree of our affections,

to read from the April chapters of our love

how the smells of our cologne cuddled in the air,

nights when our heartbeat collides,

making a soft rhythmical ballad song.

Before the greyish moon set its tent

I will button up the sleeve,

of our worn out love coat

as I finished stitching up the torn parts

and trudge through the valley

where we hung up our feelings on a hill

to pick them up the fourth time

and see if the thumps and thuds

could create a rhythmical song once more.

Tonight, I'll draw the endline

to the brawls and snarls we nursed

as I await your blooming smiles,

glowing like moonless night stars

from the north to our favorite chair.

Tonight, I'll tell you the story,

of the calla lily planted in a desert,

how it filled the air with pleasant aurora

and how it smooched the winter's breeze,

blessing lips with sugary sweetened taste

while walking our way back to the beginning

to pick up the rubbles of our distorted love

©Khalid

®Sparrow