written by: Ilyas Ghafoor
There is something about it
A restless feeling in the heart
A speculative thought in the brain
And a trepid tension in the body
It’s a game that I can’t seem to understand
Should I play it and risk everything
Or be content with nothing.
There is something about this place
A charisma of ivory stairs
That draws my heart so irresistibly
That I linger around and borrow its innocent glares.
There is something about this beauty
That will leave the admirers in breathless delight
And a chasm of melancholy cries
Such is its elegant allure
That it bewitches the heart without its cure.
There is something about this voice
A question was all it ever was
A faint, sonorous that dwindled away in my brain
It was a cry and it was a laugh,
It was a spell woven to enchant
A voice that left behind fragrance of its magnificence.
There is nothing about it that I can’t explain
A tantalizing fable is all it seems
An enigma that I can’t grasp
Such is its appalling past
That I will take it to the graveyard