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