Saleha Memon
Romance
You kiss on my forehead
And asides my wrinkles
You pinch my cheeks
And erase my sweat
You hold my hand
And fill the gaps
You see in my eyes
And wipe my tears
You love my soul
And live in my heart
Sisters
O Sister,
My Nobita
Soulmate
In my Heart
Celebration O...
My Self
I Need A Soul
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Let us go to a dreamland sweetheart; Let us go to a dreamland sweetheart;
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well
Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again... Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again...
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Pheromones made melodies in the air Achieving what no one could Unite two distant worlds. Pheromones made melodies in the air Achieving what no one could Unite two dis...
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded. Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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