Tajalla Qureshi
A sudden appearance stops my breath
once in that moment, you air my hearth
Slip out of my zone, seems unknown
I clutch close, hold my heaps, seal my bones
Merge as waves in the ocean, my heart fumbles
Either to tap or trap, I was swamped with, slow mumbles
Clout by the visage, pop abruptly, I lock my fumes
That water the vigilance, and wrap the resumes
Unable to reckon, the spin of my beats, the flex of my heat
Yet, up on your screen, steadily and swiftly, I sit and seat.
Tajalla Qureshi
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