Saturday, March 17, 2007

 

Though It Is Too Dark A Night, Why Can’t, Be Put On, The Light?

The temple made by hands softer than that of imagination;

Where the hands of thoughts created the bodiless creation;

Whom the dream with its own hands had their flirtation;

Emblazoned with colors of heaven formed the animation,

Collecting bricks, stones and pebbles survived the suppression;

To build a home of peace, has there ever been any opposition?



Created of the soft sky, washed by the tears of the clouds;

The alluring container of wine which the rainbow shrouds;

The first rays of sun like the wine, which the east, it prods;

The sparkling fickle blitzkrieg hid beneath it, louder than the lords,

If breaks apart the crystal bowl above the desert’s roads;

To quench the thirst with palms, ever none goads?



What a time it was, worries never came to mind;

Touch of joy, with darkness and even shadows behind;

Romance sparkled by eyes, conversations too aligned;

Smiles that blushed the clouds, carried away by the east wind,

Though, with it, took away the joy being rude and unkind;

Laughs and gags on its impatience, was ever declined?



Excited by the brisk winds, symphony of the mind emerged;

Abstaining from fame and luxury a melody it urged;

One being infinite and the other, in heart, it converged;

With songs of rejoice, the world it submerged,

Though with death and melancholy those poems merged;

Why not murmur an incomplete stanza for a little cheer to be surged?



As the magnet attracts iron, friends come closer;

Penetrates into heart to help you find your closure;

Poses you with comfort as if the painter is the poser;

Writes the music of life, makes the greatest ever composer,

Changes like weather, leaves and makes you a loser;

But why not find a soul’s friend, why to beg and not be a chooser?



Oh! What gale was that which demolished the hopes of love?

Even your yell, screams, cries and shouts couldn’t shove;

Of course the force of devastation lies all the way above;

But, for the sake of recreation you have to approve,

Law of nature - to rise and fall, you can’t disprove;

But isn’t making amendments for the demolished behoove?


Comments:
As the magnet attracts iron, friends come closer;

Penetrates into heart to help you find your closure;

Poses you with comfort as if the painter is the poser;

Writes the music of life, makes the greatest ever composer,


great lines really....all ur poems are extremely profound..took me two reading s to get the essence..but wen i did..didn't ming going thru a third or fourth time..keep writing kalu!!!
 
Your lines are too good for me to get the essence... I just know from heart.. these are amazing ! :)
 
@kabeer ...

thanx :)
 
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