little white threads dangling from the moon
lighted feathers of snow
falling
slowly, softly
leaning from my window
i see a little child
weaving
a reversible piece of cloth
a spread and a shroud
from the light feathers
falling in a pool of light
to drape the night
with the fireflies
fluttering with the eyelids
waiting
to be born
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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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will not comment on the piece as such, kyunki we've discussed it already thru sms and m sure will discuss again wen u call next time :)
apart from that, i wud only like to say, that ur poetry has always had that sense of dualism inherent. u r never black and white, yin or yang... u r always black and white, yin and yang, joy and sorrow, light and darkness...spread and shroud, mirage and cloud...
nice imagery D...
keep it up...
cheers
in my book.. this is pure genius!! its a pleasure to read poetry like this.. u and adee compliment each other soo perfectly!
I thought i got it the first time around, but such deep thoughts of weaving the hope with sadness, its just lovely
adee: yes my dear.and m flattered by ur complements;)
with malice:- thanks
howdy:- thanks a ton.read (thediaryofanamateurobserver.blogspot.com)if u can.
ani:- thanks a ton...i thinks sadness and hope go together.one cant really separate them no matter what.
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