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?
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!!!
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