~With you, I was
Serenely lost…
Without you, I’m
A cold ghost,
With stupefied mind,
Breathing mist
Through my hazed lips
Of fine times, and
Enslaved for life,
On the dark lanes
Of our deep past!~
This picture moved me to a
great extent, prying open my heart with these words.
shivers...i think it better to be lost in bliss for sure than a ghost...smiles.
ReplyDeleteOnly if we can choose Brian...its the decision of others that leave us as ghost of past..
DeleteStriking words!
ReplyDeleteQuite a nice piece, Sadia. :)
Thanks Srishti :)
DeleteI don't know about the picture, but your words yet again left me thinking ... beautiful beautiful beautiful... nothing else can define your poems !!!
ReplyDeleteYou being humble and too sweet :)
DeleteMasha Allah... You really are a amazin writer mrs.
ReplyDeletecontinue writing for us.
Shukriya Ayan :)
DeleteLovely poem... You are gifted...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Preethi :)
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