Tears, that half stop in my eyes
Shreds I snatch and scratch all around
My face I hide behind the veil
As I listen to the haunted sound
Tonight again the color altered
The light split in seven sounds
As my day dressed as groom
Married my night in seven bounds
Scratches became scars yet show
And bleed enough for them to hound
Those trickles I still hold in my eyes
Trickles that will fertile the ground
No no I must hide, burst open myself
Parts torn and sewn for parts to pound
And hang over the seven skies
Split in light and split in sound
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Dekha aaina gaur se kai baar humne, Khud se hum rubaru na hue; Tamaasha-e-yaar hua mehfil me janib, Tamaashbeen par beaabru na hue; Hamar... -
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Let’s write our destinies on the leaf of desire, Let’s bring back the dead from the burning pyre. Why smear some ash, some vermillion on the...
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sometimes words elude... not in any writer's block or i'm speechless mode...they just elude...sometimes alphabets just don't come together, sometimes thread of thoughts don't mesh... sometimes a thing of beauty in front of u is so overwhelming that...
And you have left enough description for me to sense the pain :)
very nicely done
शब्दों की माला...
cheers
How many times have I told you that you are amazing with words. Yet again, I am stupefied with the way you weave your thoughts.
How do you do it girl?
and why is there so much of pain??
Why do we write when we are in pain??
pain makes us all write. pain is such a mysterious thing.. we all know it but still we do not know it.
also, i was looking your profile and saw in your fav. books- two books by ayn rand- atlas shrugged and we the living. are you her fan too? i am currently reading the latter. have you read "the fountainhead"? it explores the same philosophy of rand.. i love her books and her philosophy.. we hardly find people like those characters with similar ideals these days..
:) keep writing. and not only when there's pain but also when there isn't.
i am totally speechless...
Scratches became scars yet show
And bleed enough for them to hound
Those trickles I still hold in my eyes
Trickles that will fertile the ground
So much pain ...
GBU
Arti
This is what a friend shared with me and I share it with you
wow..the veils which shroud the varied depths and meanings of your poetry is truly awesome.
waise mein adde bhaisaab ko bool bool ke thaakh gayan hoon :D but do check out my venture www.simplypoet.com
and plz. plz. do post your poem over there with your blog!!
i see a rainbow here.. appearing after the rain... (those tears0
what a beautiful soul... each layer singing a song... sad or happy... but celestial
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