Love lurks,
Behind latched
Doors,
Beneath
Grass covered
Graves.
Let it out.
Let it out.
Love stays hidden
In the pages
Of a secret diary,
In the colours
Of an unfinished painting.
Let it free.
Let it free.
Love lies troubled
In doubting
Minds,
In questioning
Eyes.
Let it live.
Let it live.
About Me
- musafir
- "A man is the history of his breaths and thoughts, acts, atoms and wounds, love, indifference, and dislike; also of his race and nation, the soil that fed him and his forebears, the stones and sands of his familiar places, long-silenced battles and struggles of conscience, of the smiles of girls and the slow utterance of old women, of accidents and the gradual action of inexorable law, of all this and something else too, a single flame which in every way obeys the laws that pertain to Fire itself, and yet is lit and put out from one moment to the next, and can never be relumed in the whole waste of time to come." Possession by A.S. Byatt
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8 comments:
Words of love
the mind recalls
the heart yearns
the soul cherishes
Say it aloud.
Say it aloud.
What say, Rajesh? :)
:)
The smile ought to say what i think :)
@ravi: Ah, much flattered at your continuation!
And yes, couldn't agree more Ravi :). 'Say it aloud' it is.
@samudraa: :) - Thanks!
Oh! the urge to break free, to speak out.... how well i know it!
ya right....look who is talking too...
(not with particular reference to love) ;)
@ brood mode: I was generalising! ;)
@ kripa shankar: Writer's licence ;)
I read this more as a song than a poem because of the rhythm that it has. Well done!
@ .:a:. : Glad, you could feel the rhythm - I did indeed write it as a song, although didn't think it came out well enough to be spotted!!
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