Maybes'
horse of time towards the
eternity of
Maybes’.
On the shore of
memories,
I collect
the sea shells of the
long forgotten moments
left to the mercy of
oblivion.
When on a particular
winter night,
the frost settles on the
window panes
and on the
shelves of my
weary mind,
I transcend
to a realm where
realities cease to exist
and all the fantasies
come running
under my quilt.
The boundaries
vanish into the
long stretch of
darkness around.
On such nights,
When spring seems far
and the chills
shiver my
spine,
the eternity of Maybes’
turn into a
home,
and that home
turns into your
love and
your
eyes.
From The Said and The Unsaid : An Anthology of Poems by Aiman Peer.
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