‘Nuptial Evening’ by Yousuf bin Mohammad The Society August 2, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments This eve set as elegant exhibit of skin deep beauty for old yearning stares, is time’s harsh labor’s brief retreat. The hands, henna-designed, serpentine snares to trap young wild and restless hearts which feed on dreams sojourned in eyes, more fleeting than the flashing camera lights. Midst this confused unrest two heart realize a single dream conceived at birth of souls and planted in a part in both the hearts when heart became the shelter of the soul; this eve they hold it fast firm not to part. In this wild glare of confused evanescence These flickering moons bear hopes of permanence. Yousuf bin Mohammad is a resident of Delhi, where he works as digitization assistant with Juma al Majid Center for Culture and Heritage while pursuing physics by distance. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Durlabh Singh August 3, 2016 LADY OF MY DREAMS Lady of my dreams Moon colored Raven haired Inaccessible Like a distant shore. Dwelling here Closer to the heart A reason a dream Undefined yet real. Moon colored pebbles Shining among plains A cluster Deeply driven Etched like a wound A rose or a moan Or a crimson scar A luminosity Or a distant spark. Lady of my heart Moon colored Raven haired Inaccessible Like a distant star. Durlabh Singh. Reply Yousuf bin Mohammad August 29, 2016 Thank you Durlabh sahab for yor precious poem in the comment. Much obliged. Yousuf Reply Leave a Reply to Yousuf bin Mohammad Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.