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Last Poem of Love
soul in the sand,
lips
without voice
last poem of love,
in
heartbeat blue.
swim through
this diary of water
sounds,
and an old
fragile fragrance,
last poem
of love,
in village green.
this tree and that wind,
mist
and binoculars,
keep
my love in atoms of rice
last poem of love,
in ceramic
white.
you are running again.
not even a poem
needs too much
love.
10 comments:
wow...the perfect words...for the perfect instinct...thats love..it was beautiful inam. keep it up. bless u
Some very exquisite imagery. As always brilliant!
But I have always wondered what you mean when you title a poem like "Last poem on..." this one's Love, then I remember "Last poem on Dria".
its beautiful! i love the imagery and the feel of the poem... its always a pleasure to read your poetry.
The ending is hauntingly beautiful....n your economy of expressions has reached a zenith in your last few poems.Your imageries are are so perfect and eerie that it torments the mind....you've now become more perfect than perfection itself!The words in your poetry, with subtle undertones, work more than anywhere else...I've never seen a single word convey so much of meaning!
PS:As fisherwoman says,I wish this isn't your last poem on luv!!!n what will I not do to see you write on "dria" once again!
Read your poem, after a long time.
Was worth it, as usual.
Let there be, many more such, last poems of love!
p.s. I also simply love the verse piece u have put up under "outerspace".
beautiful work...the phrase "soul in the sand" captured me and is still captivating me ten minutes after i have finished reading ur poem...
I shall use economy of words in my praise too...."Delicate!"
this is very good.
Not even a poem?... needs too much..yes it does :)
scary.. i am out of words now, how can I praise u differently..there are so many perfects, exquisites, beautiful..
Mashaallah, zarranawazi, aapki mausiki ke hum kayal they, kayal rahenge...
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