R.I.P. ANOTHER DAY *

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JOURNAL # 38

I am where ye hast left me
at the moment thy doctor
descended upon thee
hospital bed's side room
hast ye forgot?
I take thee literally
without discourse
but
my heart doth glow
with
the wonder of such woe
whenest mine own preoccupation
of thee
inflates to recede then recedes
only to inflate again
t'is a spell of
love's internal grumblings
little else
which thy does indeed
surestly suffer from
a mutual malady to be assured
my beloved sir
you douse me in the fidelity of your
devotion
and know how to love better
than any man
I've engaged in conversation with
prior
you woo in your wonder
and work your poet's magic
in my trembling woman's heart
you are the finest forest of man
I've ever happened upon
my heart is ever yours now
I just don't have control over time
to tell you when
the rest of me can eagerly follow
so until the very first hint of the moment
that I can
R.I.P. ( rest in peace) Another Day
my love
for you alone are the reason my heart
chooses to beat ..........................
(June 25, 2010 641am)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

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O, you my loveliest of women,
To say I just tarried my time is a blame
Levelled at me and all that makes me.
I spent my night time with the stars
The skies and the planets
Until I know remember exactly when
I lost myself to sleep's lulling realm.
Do not accuse me of ever forgetting you
For this is something which is most certainly untrue.
You were with me, beside me, in heart, mind and soul,
And to want more than that now is not my goal.
Ask the constellation of the kite-tailed Scorpius
Or the mythical Greek archer called Sagitarrius
Or even consult the Great Bear and even Venus
That you were always in me as my lamp luminous.
O dear poetess, you are deeper than the seas
Then why not recognize the cause of my peace?
Without you, if you remember, I have never really lived,
So how can I allow my free hours to be vanquished?
I love you O dearest poetess, yeah, with all that makes me,
So tell me now how can I, without you, ever be?


Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.

Pen name:Emmenay.

Yahoo email ID:Ambitious7

Initials: M.N. Ahmed.