The Bleeding Eyes


For then too long have been I peeping to the stars for the light that reveals your beauty when I shed tear.

Cosmic are your eyes – leaving me searing with their flamboyant, still conquered with a whim to look more in adoration.

For being the moon that complete the stars that shine in joy are yours – then the eyes i chose, are why in chaos, every time they twinkle when i chose?

The wind whisper with entreaty from here too far, to enfold me tight for a while too long in adoration – blooming in all their glory, as the divine decree had written.

In the apparition of the stars, I can see the streaks of light in your explicit eyes through the stars, like the scintillating display of shooting the stars.

The air comes alive with beautiful wishes from near and far, just like a telltale. I found to see your petal amidst beauteous floral showers from near but too far.

As I leave the realm of infinite possibilities, and peep into the world of reality – a wish takes flight, from still untouched depths of my heart.

For you, living so far apart, assuring that the dawn has a shattered pride – witnessing your glow vanquish the darkness in its stride, like the rainbow in a vista.

While rustling around at the rendezvous in our tryst, pleading to appease for being adherent and remain vowed for the dusk fades away in peace.

While reading the realm of infinite possibilities in the streaks of your cosmic eyes, wooing your attention that the evil never triumphs – to remind you of a subtle ripple on a wish filled stream while seeing you shine like the golden fleece.

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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