From The Thousand Doors I've Walked Through

By Mumtaz Khorakiwala (aka Batool Idrish Siamwala)

From the thousand doors that I've walked through

All my life I've spent striving to know you, Love,

To feel your warmth, to see that glow kindle

eyes

But my eyes move towards that nonpareil glimmer

When the aurora lights sizzle soulful winter skies.

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From the thousand doors that I've walked through

All my life I've spent striving to fathom you, Love.

My body has shed many seasons

To get a glimpse of you: yet, your sublimity puzzles me

Love, you appear in many forms

Some comprehensible, others ignoble!

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From the thousand doors that I've walked through

All my life I've spent striving to drink from your font

In a world of polarities, I'm lost

Rendered is the canvas in shades extreme

Of monochromatic tints: Black and white!

And yet, Love, you paradoxically leave your signature hues,

That captivate my gaze whilst my aching heart helplessly beats.

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From the thousand doors that I've walked through

All my life I've spent striving to quench this thirst.

Love, your myriad nuances alarm me

Each my mind weighs through a lifetime, until the autumnal knell rings

Calling me to shed a life,

Then my carcass is embraced by the earth,

Which in its diurnal rhythm whispers:

Oh, dear, piercing thorns with roses appear.

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By Mumtaz Khorakiwala (aka Batool Idrish Siamwala)