Poetry inspired by a painting.

My Heart


My Heart gallops like a frisky horse
It has been racing since I met you.


My heart is melting into love with you
It feels at once like a tranquil pond and sea heaving blue


My heart beats like a distant drum
It counts the wasted days I pine for you


My heart waits behind the glass of time
It drops its reasons, one by one, poured in a hope for you


My heart has strings warping the truth
It spins a gold angel not the yellow canary that is you


"Heart" Painting, Acrylic on canvas, By Farroukh
"My Heart" Poetry by Tasnim Jivaji