Abstract : The Color Red We are seeds of the same flower, Carried by wind to poles apart, Time brings your fragrance, The spores bring your love! We are tunes of an unwritten song, Playing endlessly on and on, With the memory of each other to Keep us by, and no words to disturb Our plights. We are the dreams of a child, His agonizing fears, his deep love, His beautiful garden, his solitary cradle, His toys, and his oedipus wraths. We are memories waiting to be made, Memories of guilt, memories of crime, Memories of sorrow, memories of love, Memories that nostalgia ignites! We are half drunk cups of coffee, Cold yet waiting to be consumed, Useless and beyond all hopes, We usually get flushed out. We are a poet's funereal thoughts, Which he could never pen down, Yet in his dying cells, we live on Undisturbed! We are souls that meet after death, Forced to live apart when alive. We meet after the pains and tears ...
A nice perspective...........
ReplyDeletePretty much describes my mood right now. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeletenicely done...
ReplyDeleteHow right you are - the picture does shout' absence'...
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful...
ReplyDeletePicturesque!
In a word - excellent...
ReplyDeleteYour poem is thought-provoking and deep ...
ReplyDeleteThanks people.! :)
ReplyDeleteI felt the loss. Nicely penned.
ReplyDeleteThis perception of the photo makes me sad for the poor dog, who is mourning her absence. So well done.
ReplyDeleteThere is that feeling of absence in the photo and waiting....a powerful interpretation of the image.
ReplyDeleteYou are so perceptive. It certainly does look lonely there.
ReplyDeleteAn excellent from me too.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
inside my memorial chasms,
ReplyDeleteWhere her body is laid to rest.
Powerful lines and she is being missed and remembered.
Sad and rather beautiful.
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Beautiful and poignant take...
ReplyDeleteSo sad, so well written.
ReplyDeleteThank you people. :)
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