silence knocks <br />at the door <br />yet i am stranger <br />to all the sounds and voices <br />from the day <br />the sounds of your foot steps <br />faded out away in some haze <br />and memories haughtily <br />wrap me like moonlight <br />my sensations <br />simulate your crystal touches <br />getting brittle <br />on my tear drop <br />it becomes <br />a scattered image <br />on shattered mirror <br />of our past <br />that lingers in my mind <br />i am stronger <br />than my sufferings <br />i open the door <br />to winds <br />my favours <br />my gratitudes <br />my love may step back <br />to home <br />where scents of roses <br />are to welcome him<br /><br />Sahar Sahar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunting-memories-7/
