Friday, April 24, 2015

The Conjuring

The days gone by cry out loud,
The memories silently striding in company,
Patches vivid and others insipid,
Decorated with the tint of your presence,
A shade too many to recognize,
Colors too many to save in memoriam,
Still fresh though the day is in mind,
It was like a bolt of lightning- were you,
Shards passed through the eyes- a flash too strong,
Music playing in the background- so cool, so light,
A sudden jump in the tempo of life,
Nothing for an eternity and then all at once,
It was like magic for a believer,
And the question still spying out the hole of time,
Was it just wizardry or was it a conjuring.


  1. I love your poems.. This one depicting the past is perfect too!
    ...and yes it was a conjuring me thinks! :)

    1. Thank you so much Bushra...glad you liked it :D