Tuesday, July 19, 2011

A Bulb

Faith sees a beautiful blossom in a bulb,
a lovely garden in a seed,
and a giant oak in an acorn.

While I see ,
A spark
A smooth flicker
A moment to remember
A high surge of light which reveals path to those who wish to see...

While i spread the darkness;
trying to gulp the light of this eminent source.

A gleaming orb,
crafted from glass smother
than the broken heart
which wishes to illuminate me...

But after all,
it's me...
Who waits, sighs,
and forgets...

Photography & Poetry © Ubaid Ullah Ahmed