I do not understand why, <br />That rusty, old trunk looks inviting; <br />That home of sacred memories. <br />Perhaps, because although material, <br />Its spirit boasts of secrets alive. <br /> <br />I do not understand why, <br />Stirs me inside that desert storm; <br />Omen of destructive beginning. <br />Perhaps, because its force over the dunes, <br />Wipes those anonymous juvenile trails on sand. <br /> <br />I do not understand why, <br />The rainy nights lull me to deep slumber; <br />Tempting silence disturbed by the descant of sweet raindrops. <br />Perhaps, because the drops though small, <br />Settle the inscrutable qualms. <br /> <br />I do not understand why, <br />Autumn twilights and with me smear into old vistas; <br />Biting winds defeating the hearty warmness. <br />Perhaps, because they are awaited prophets of memories, <br />Diverting me from the road to oblivion. <br /> <br />I do not understand why, <br />On my mind escape from this crowd; <br />Distorted silhouttes all I see. <br />Perhaps, because I shall then again transcend to the jamboree of my musings, <br />Whose immaculate congeniality, forever beautiful.<br /><br />Aasifa Sheikh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/musings-12/
