Love Is An Alloy Of Precious Metals

By Akhtar Jawad

I am with you when you are not with me,
I see you when you do not see,
Your eyes are closed but the lips smile,
Reflecting your thoughts that are still juvenile,
So you are travelling to your lovely past,
So you have reverted the time at last,
So you are chasing a naughty boy,
One who snatched your favourite toy?
It’s a fairy doll but it’s a female,
The boy just sensed that he is a male,
He wants to let you know that you are a gale,
How long you’ll remain an ignorant child,
So unaware, so innocent and so much mild,
The doll when moves her lovely eye lids,
Wondering why you remain still among kids,
Now you need a friend, who is a naughty boy,
You are in your teens and need a different toy,
The doll though moves eye lids but do not breathe,
It has no sentiments in its bosom underneath,
Soon the boy will snatch a doll that smiles and cries,
Who swims in passions and in emotions she flies,
Not a doll, in a garden who only loves to walk,
Not an innocent maiden with a childish talk,
In love the boy is determined and confident,
He is capable to steal from a flower its scent,
So you are feeling the lost fragrance of a flower,
How you were wet, when set for a shower,
Look at your teen aged portrait on the shelf,
The boy made you aware of your colourful self,
A beautiful day coming back in your dreams,
So you are swimming in your lost streams,
So you are recollecting the added shine of petals,
Nothing is lost; love is an alloy of precious metals.