Poems by Tajalla Qureshi

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Esperanza

O’ beautiful!

The Sun-spark swirls effulgence in your sights

Clutch and clasp, you, the flash of meaningness

The Sea-storm sizzles sympathy in your heights

Gulp and grip, you, the emblem of holy highness

The Rain-drop dazzles transparency in your nights

Embrace and trace, you, the leaf lushness

Your magnificence glints and grids the shingles

Your poeticality whispers an unscripted sprinkles

Letters of dazzling devotion posted over yours

Your affection, selection, and interaction are pure

Heighten hills are chasing your divine footsteps,

Spring blooms are embracing your fierce flex

Autumn envelops your rotten roots, beat in complex

Yet, the listener listens you, the dove loves you

the heaven hugs you and the colored cups you

You, the clouds in sizzling summer, the cool wind in warmness

Speak to the universe, heal the unseen injures

Wipe off the hardness, bamboozle the darkness

Live the love, clip the cures, meet some more.

—Tajalla Qureshi

Eremita

Sometimes,

the whistling desire to soothe

Sometimes,

the mumbling acquires the truth

where the dispersion unleashes the tell-tale

where the stillness unease the mellifluous dale

where devotion nods off, where heart pokes away

yet, the solidarity steps in searching the sun’s ray

Yes,

Gradually, it becomes, blueness into greyness

from where the lips cup, the heart grains up

Seems, all of a sudden, yet not, but a long way to interpret

She, familiar with the quietness, she, disappears in the limeness

Ella’s longing silence, Mavin’s belonging rightness

Where the rivers detach, where the springs unmatch

Yelling rings, re-belling the wings, yet the eyes sing

the melody of nightingale, the tell-tale of untouch veil.

—Tajalla Qureshi

Aetheria

Winsome the aroma of feminine fluctuation

the dynamic, the delightful, the divine creation

Hairs like mountain hills, lips like pinktastic pills

Eyes are the melodies of tenderness, sweetly fills

Neck channels the chastity and ear ears the fancy

She, the fragrance, the fumes of relishing romancy

the embodiment of ignition, intimacy, Godly invades

Often cherishes at the canvas, often-ravishes the glitter through she made

She, where the daylight dims and brightens her ambiance

She, where the starlight sings her phantasmic emergence

and the whole universe bows before her aesthetics

She, the driven delight, the legendary limelight beyond tricks

Helen of Troy she is, where loveliness worships her beauty, her magnificence, her divinity

She is Ben Okri’s lamp and Rosemary’s coloring Platte as a festivity

She is Keat’s nightingale, a generational muse

Her warmness mild the heaviness into a fuse

Her tenderness coerces the mannish motions

Sign of praise and embrace with all its moonish emotion

Her softness left the roses, behind the debate

Spring often chases her longing fragrance in rate

Where poets overdrink, where the compel clips

Vigorous her engaging command where man slips.

—Tajalla Qureshi

For you, the moon is in its beautiful face

Remember!

the moon with its moonlight

Proposing you the ultimate embrace

Your sights, your heights all with their elevated grace

Captivates and encapsulates the fierce nexalune

Your hands, your warmness, my heart, a twinkling tune

Cherishes your cheers, ravishes your hears

with my name over your name, my wear over your wears

and indelibly intimates the wine in your eyes, the sensation in your sensorus simles

Remember!

the univseral truths are faded under the feet

you mesmerize, you fantasize, the dynamic heat

sometimes, glitters become fades, yells and bells

the unintended migraines

But you, your visage heavenize the phantasmagoric grains, over the rains

Remember!

I whisper your moonlight, through all the galaxies

through all the blackness

Your dilemma dazzles, and my heart hassles in the freshness, lushness and blushness

Near your ear to my heart, hear the fears, through the stars, often clip with drainage draft

But, your echoes ignite, and your heart tries, the gleam, the glints and the green

all with the shadows of fuel, the mating of lovely lean

Remember!

For you, the moon is its beautiful face

that everly entangle with the magnificence in all its trace

Ignite for you, delight for you, and overly insight for you

Believe, the obsession, intention, and sensation that swiftly, sweetly grew.

—Tajalla Qureshi

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