Love Is A Battlefiled Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I fled the battlefield of lies,
hurt and mind games.

I had been scarred by barbs of mistrust.
Seduced by double agents with lust.
Shackled to the wall.
Tortured by those with jealousy,
spite and broken heart.

Met my Mara Hari.
Dark haired and true.
Eyes of a clear blue lagoon.

Like a soldier on leave.
Drunken lust took over.
Now Mata lies in a heap,
dressed in black.
Her soul driven lust on the floor bleeding.
I took flight when this took place.

Dodged snipers in dark alleys or bars.
Avoided glances from those in cars who follow.
My heart held the plan,
to become a loving man.

Like Steve McQueen,
I travelled along borders.
Avoiding my captors,
to keep alive my lifelong plan.
On occasion I have crashed,
on barbs laid by those with no heart.
Solitary confinement in the cooler.
Baseball bouncing off the wall.
Till the day I am released.
Peace over my heart will reign.

Dark days will go.
As my wife has shown.
Was a fantasy,
life has come so true.
Fight whilst Cupid,
is giving covering fire.

One day, Kissmat will grant you,
contentment, passion and desire.

Fight for the day,
for the loving fire,
burning in your your heart.

Win each campaign,
losses will occur.

Your ultimate goal,
from your vision will ot blur.

I Siddiqi 15.07.09