Monday 2 September 2013

My Words Would Live



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!

14 comments:

  1. "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!" - these lines could stand in itself as an independent masterpiece ... you surely are the Queen of romantic verses ... I love reading you, always :-)

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  2. nice....very emotive...numb the new touch, no voice bu thte call of my name by you....there is def longing in this....

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  3. I feel this one deeply, Sadia. You have a gift of evoking emotions through your words. Lovely writing.

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  4. There 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???
    I am waiting...

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    1. Even I'm waiting...hopefully soon, someday :) thanks

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  5. Very Nice. . . a G+ for ur Post and Have a Nice Day. . . :)

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