Knocking On Her Door ... By Jafar Alam

Feeling lost ... 

Confused ... 

Irritable ... 

At a cross roads

Helpless and misunderstood 

Frustration seeping through

This scarred soul

Haunted

By the misleading images shown to me

Screaming from the inside

Spoken word

Words not heard ...

And is it absurd

That these days

Sunshine and breezes  

Reflecting and smiling ...

These things make me happy ???

Paradoxal ...

Trying to find pleasure ...

Some sort of attachment to any good that's left in this place

While trying to detach myself from it

And I don't think I'm the only one that makes that resolution

To escape this delusion

A victim of the worlds illusion

And I made a promise to myself

That I would never do what I did

If all He did

Was give me another chance ...

And I lied to myself

As I came back for another dance ...

And now ...

Now I stand here

A victim of my own oppression 

And I'm pressin' hard

Tryina break though

Set free 

But as much as I try

I'm left here empty inside

Alone 

Alone with my thoughts

And all I think of 

Is her

Her smile

Her depth

Her touch 

Her warmth

The smell of her breeze that brushes my face

When she walks by

Those eyes,

O those beautiful eyes 

Smile at me even in my dreams

And I wish 

For even a moment 

To be transported back to that day 

That place 

That very moment that had made the boy wanna be a man 

Where time had ceased 

And my heart had opened

And I walked through that door 

To knock on hers

And as she opened that door

She smiled 

And let this stranger in

A visit so brief

But so sweet

I promise to come back with a love much deeper

And as I look at her 

In full blown beauty

My heart and words exhaling out everything that I take in from her

Everything I see

Everything I feel

I inhale all of her back into me

Until we meet again

I'll hold my breath

Until I come knocking on her door again (c)