The night poignant with silence
And the drifting clouds
Sparing occassional glimpses of the moon
Just as Life, sparing occassional glimpses of innocense
Amidst drifting dark clouds of Reality
Coming rarely in a rare night of dreams
When the breeze strokes
The windchimes into a song of love
And fills the ambience
with romantic melody
Urging the pensieve quill
Dipped in the ink of emotions
To lyric the poetry of longing
A gulf of compulsions
With a broken bridge of time
Separating two hearts
No....two parts...
Of souls that united to become one heart
The only messenger- the moon
Carrying assurance from one end
And tear-concealed smile from another
Seems to travel...
In the illusion of the drifting clouds...
The illusions of lovelorn nights!
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2 comments:
Dear One, you have lots of feelings and emotions, but your poems need more polish, which can only come with experience. You are very young. Keep on writing and honing your skills.
thanx sir.
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