My soul scatters <br />Into the colors of sunset, <br />Leaving the pigment <br />Of desires at the horizon. <br />The sorrows creep <br />Into the pores of my passion <br />Carving longings into the icons of separation. <br /> <br />Siren of autumn breezes <br />Freeze my blood, <br />The trumpets of numbness sounding <br />Like sickness sap my silence <br />Violating my heartbeats like violence. <br /> <br />When spring sun stares <br />Through the boughs of bulging desires, <br />Your love glistens- a dew of delusions, <br />And your promises melt away like illusions.<br /><br />Zubair Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delusions-and-illusions/
