Like an arid desert of Sahara,
My lungs of soul
were suffocating,
For whiffs of love,
...
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Like an arid desert of Sahara, My lungs of soul were suffocating, For whiffs of love, For moist caresses of grace woven gloves. how sweet start of your rich poem...I am really inspired from this poem..done in a perfect way..romantic one and sure soul feeling too... well done for rich poetry and hope you never stop writing more and more poems... waiting for your note as promised... smiles are wished for you good poetry friene
/***DEDICATED FOR A LIFETIME TO MY 'ANG(al-J) ELINE ' LADYLOVE SOMEWHERE IN THE DESERTS***/ Ripples of her love gripping me, Her pure and pristine devour, Of my rabbit love; hah! stupid rabbit! Fancy and frenzy rib-tickling, A passion stripped to the bone, And she now eludes me from my identity And the stakes don't get high anymore Her thinking of an adage- 'Time is the best healer' Her carnage of my love with time as the best killer As she covers herself out in dark clouds In my own obscurity destined by her I just added 'immortality' to it with a pinch of salt Immaculating me diurnal but, Anoint with her stakes only And the stakes don't get high any more. My doctor said 'Have a change in weather' So i treaded on the streets of Paris from London And the results-it just changed changed the condition with her ambience on and on. I had written on a wall near the Eiffel Tower with some stray chalks for a stray me That my love for her is still towering Does not matter if it is still there for her life's hiring But love cannot be hired Nay, it cannot be fired nor even acquired sneaked in for me to reach her atonement of love. Nay, i can only run whirlwind of love when, And the stakes don't get high anymore. I wrote there: 'Sans toi now a snail would overtake me' 'Sans toi i clamber with my clapped ankles of love' 'Sans toi this back of mine all wrecked collecting chestnuts of our merriment' 'Sans toi slagging voices call me from cars anonymous' 'Sans toi my drivers vascular stare out at every..of your gale' And the stakes don't get high any more. An archway which i dream to pass with her Our doorstep into our new mansion As dew soaks my back with her irresponsive 'yes' And a verbatim 'eyi' so stubborn In every eye-lid's flutter reverberating the 'rabbit-love' Dreams just cannot withdraw from her From a heart sunken in her heart's garden Salty yet sweet like a hummingbird And clubbed voices of her passions galore like seals And the stakes don't get high any more. Now life shuffles her decks Now love flocks like a swarm of her leaves For a distant sandwoman not to be glimpsed yet I implored her with two hands of mine In this darkness where i linger For her birds nesting in sycamore maples As i failed my restraints on oaks, ashes and beeches And the stakes don't get high anymore She is sceptic about some stuttering misfit, As i fretted her willow-the-wisp Gazing down and trapped in my own shame, Sitting solitary on shoddy window basements As airs of London are hired for Paris To soak up my eyes after she put rain- so heavy So heavy- unaware how far or how close, The imminent death is honed to 'hop-me' off Just another hymn to go, In today's nocturnal Paris Like an eau de toilette in her love's fragrance Recognised when i only exist with her love And forgotten when the fragrance is over Recognised when i only exist in darkness crooning her cunning love And no more cronje when this darkness is over And, and the stakes don't get high anymore. So...so i walk on her fire, A heart ablaze with her illuminations It pains don't know why can't just express everytime And so i cry: 'O heavenly Muse, that not with fading bays Deckest thy brow by my Ang(j) eline spring, But sittest crowned with stars' immortal 'Ray' In Heaven, where legions led by my ang(j) el sing; Inspire her life in my wit, my thoughts upraise, My verse ennoble, and forgive the the lies, If fictions light I mix with truth divine, And fill these lines with other praise than thine. ' Courtesy for last verses- LA GERUSALEMME LIBERATA(English-From Jerusalem undelivered -1575 AD) and my idol Torquato Tasso (1544 AD -1595 AD)
Wow, I'm speechless... this is so beautiful :) I love it. As I told you, GREAT TALENT! perfect :) best wishes, ana
Simply breath-taking! I love your use of words... This poem should rank right up there with the top poems in here.
wonderful poem. tears join you with round of appaulse. great work. Kolitha
Let luv be the guide to ur dreams, let luv be the light to ur heart, let ur luv be the reason why somebody else's heart still continues to beat
there was a lull before the storm, you asked for it. you are right its a storm of love- and i can tell it remains so forever. impressive.10
wow yu proved again as a classical poet.... beautiful lines...n a apt title 'A STROM OF LOVE'....10.......
What an icing to adorn this beautiful dessert!
what should i say about this beautiful write, should i say its amazing i think it is, but to be very true i dont think so cause its more than every beautiful words in the world...while reading this poem multiple times i felt that im reading my own thoughts, first 2 stanzas feels like melting inside me on everytime i read it...100+++++++ nd A+++++++++++++++...Favvvvvvvvvv thanks for sharing 'mein kya likhoon meray hosh he guum hogaye motiyoon se piroy huwey andaaz-e-byan dekh kar: ' - aijaz rgds asif
very passionately written, i can feel a strong love you want to tell to. it's so beautiful. thanks for sharing.
the whisper of love seemingly sanctified over the ho0ly platform, yet quite romantically passionate, well penned,10++++, thanks for sharing
What a brilliantly written beautiful piece. You write about such powerful things. So full of passion and imagery. 10
A s explicitly romantic n erve wave of passions j ubilant yet sensuously a dmirably enthusiastic l ovably optimistic... i n this poem it has all!
love can be likened to a storm and this is definitely plausible through your fine eloquent work of creative excellence. 10+
Wonderful poem with powerful wordings. Great talent. I love your poems Thanks for sharing with me