Dreams like
chalk to citadels,
light to beauty.
These orange skies above me
and your hand in mine.
The castles of our youth
we sit in their meadows.
Glimmer in the seas,
I see in your eyes.
Shadow of the stars,
I see in your hair.
Beauty of beauties,
I see in you.
There's no-one here now.
And I can only smell your fragrance,
it brings me to the fields you stand in.
And I can only feel your charm,
it takes me to the realm of your love.
Our paths intertwined
like the storm and the rain.
But we are the calm and the drops
of water,
upon your crimson lips,
I stand a chance.
For now we return,
though I wished we could stay.
To the embers and to the
burning scars of loss.
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3 comments:
I love it ! =)
Nishant... Amazing stuff...Your visualization is actually more wonderful... i couldn't see every aspect of nature until your poem made me realize it...
Nilay
Read this poem again. Don't know why but the first few lines came back to my head again so I wanted to read it. And seriously, ignore my previous comment on the poem. This is good stuff. I don't want to dilute it's essence, by saying anything. You should get back to writing something, if not poetry. I don't think poetry would be suitable. Maybe a couple of ramblings.
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