The gleam in her eyes bespoke my memories,
I melt in the coldness they now possess
We shared a bond above the untold
Broken now by the mortal ties
But here I capture her all alive
Walking in the shadows of death
She still smiles whenever I look
Beholding her speech beneath that stifled breath
A dream I lived with her as a part
Each stroke of mine relives the past
Erasing the fact–what comes shall depart
With love I lived; with memories it would last
She defines the unblemished creation
Sitting beside a river, her fingers break the flow
A dress so white paints her sanity
The satin darkness pays a bow
Her beauty reflected on the water
Is disfigured by the unruly ripples
I touch the reflection, my thoughts waver
Fighting the fear of losing forever
I paint in grief, with colors so dull
As murky memories rain on me
My hands red, my vision blurred
I stand in pain as I see
Holding my tears, I close my eyes
Waiting to see something unknown
I found someone beside the river
Closer to her, I saw a figure,
Wrapped in blood, was my own..
3 comments:
You know for the people who love or who ever loved, it makes them easier to feel and express. You showed an example of the same. The thing noticable in your writings is that you color yourself in the thoughts of your subject and what comes alive is a brighter rainbow defining its mark in the mighty skies.
Poetry, they say, is at its best when a poet can pull out his/her most virgin emotions and make them flow through his/her pen.
Beautiful poems. Hope to read more of them.
beautiful.u write so well,good that you have grown up now..
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