My Words Would Live
Like a day is
wasted,
If not in your arms
A life never lived,
if
A breath lingering
to your smell
Your eyes,
entrancing my sight
A touch of your
gentle ways
Your voice ringing
into my ears
Is stolen, snatched
or taken
I'd be blind to the
colors
Would never smell
the tulips
Numb should be my
new touch
No voice, but my
name called by you
You or nothing would
define my life
Till Someday,
When the pale pages
of my diary
And that bronze pen
in my hand
Would conjure the
dead-art of
Atonement and
resurrection
To let my words live,
and
Breathe my forsaken
heart!
"When the pale pages of my diary
ReplyDeleteAnd that bronze pen in my hand
Would conjure the dead-art of
Atonement and resurrection
To let my words live, and
Breathe my forsaken heart!" - these lines could stand in itself as an independent masterpiece ... you surely are the Queen of romantic verses ... I love reading you, always :-)
Amrit :)
Deletenice....very emotive...numb the new touch, no voice bu thte call of my name by you....there is def longing in this....
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian :)
Deletebeautiful words!
ReplyDeleteThanks Bhavneet :)
DeleteI feel this one deeply, Sadia. You have a gift of evoking emotions through your words. Lovely writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Mary :)
DeleteThere is magic in these lines...A magic of love, innocence and emotions... When can I buy a collection of your poems in the form of a book???
ReplyDeleteI am waiting...
Even I'm waiting...hopefully soon, someday :) thanks
DeleteVery Nice. . . a G+ for ur Post and Have a Nice Day. . . :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot :)
DeleteNice!
ReplyDeleteThanks Adithya, for stopping by :)
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