This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 24; the Twenty-Fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is BLACK AND WHITE.Given the theme Black and white, which I metaphorically feel is used to describe some event from the past...
here is one among them in my own style....
Can't forget her, since I've seen those pretty eyes,
Dazzling bright against the morning sunrise.
For those shining pearls were blue,
Shining like drops of morning dew.
Such sparkling was her sight,
Looking at them was a real delight.
Going back, I remember her walk past me in her black, loose Abaya,
Just like a traditional woman from Saudi Arabia,
Relieving only her pretty blue eyes,
Which were beautiful, round and mid-size.
Now that she'd walked away far,
Her eyes stayed in my mind, creating a mystical scar.
I now realized to have fallen for those pretty eyes,
For those were diamonds, of invaluable price.
Indirectly I've fallen in love with her,
Desperate to be her true lover.
This was Love at first sight,
Am I right......?
I wanted to see those eyes once again,
As she would return back through the glen.
Standing there in white against the raising heat,
Tiredness becoming my heartbeat.
Firm, memories of those eyes, I couldn't delete
Confident, Unwilling to accept my defeat
I braved my time with a lot of patience,
Till it was pitch dark, dunked to complete silence.
Tired and exhausted, slowly loosing hope,
Secretly wishing, we could elope.
Deciding to return back home,
Forgetting my plans to roam.
I reach home to find a surprise,
For there was that beauty with those pretty eyes.
Though shocked, I soon realized, she was a patient to me,
Took over her case report to read her history,
It was a jolt to find,
She couldn't see, yes- she was blind.
No therapy could bring back her sight
For she had completely lost her light.
My interest in her began to incline,
Rather than leaving it to decline.
Desperately wanting to give her a life,
I asked her if she would be my wife.
She immediately replied no,
For a reason I couldn't ever know.
Immediately she makes a move from here,
Withing no time she's gone, disappear.
Now that those pretty eyes have gone afar,
Still unable to forget those Black and White memories of a shooting star
--> Sulaiman Sait
Note :- This is not a true incident, all the characters in the above poem are fictionous and doesnt resemble to any person living or dead.
The inspiration to write this came when I was in the hospital for my ward rounds and realized a beautiful girl in the ophthalmology dept (not my dept., but admitted in the mutli-speciality hospital) who lost her sight. The other half of revealing her eyes came from the idea after reading Sulaiman Addonia's Debut novel --> Consequences of love. Also sorry caouldnt find a woman's pic with black abaya and blue eyes...!