Love carved our names in maple wood
And scented the scars with my blood
Amid bruising moments, ominous weather
And torn letters’ slices – that –– winds scattered
And winds screamed our secrets in skies
The crows cawed and flew high
Over the parapets –– higher than the skies
Silence crept in the place with moans and sighs
The autumn passed by
With teary glares
Taking it all away
Now
Memory lingers
And love remembers
And I,
Hate you
More than life
-B.H
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This is NOT you.
And winds screamed our secrets in skies.
I loved that line. So tragic yet so beautiful!
Shagufta! Ofcourse this is me! but feelings aren't mine =P
Tazeen, Thanks a lot! ^^
This blogger is definitely a distant relative of Shelley . . . just look at his poems. Whoa :D
LOl no I was Emily Dickinson's bf in previous life. ijoke! =P Anyway, I am glad you liked it =)
*Laughs at your last comment* So you spent your time learning poetry from Miss Dickinson? :P And don't tell me, she was inspired to write all those poems, thanks to you :D :P
Emily's bf LOL
what were you thinking when you wrote this ???
@Tazeen, No I spent all my previous life cheering her up! She was really a sensitive thing and would cry over tiny things, and i was always there, but i died earlier than her and she was all sad and emo then, and that's how she emerged as what she is called today. No kidding :P
@Princess! LOL! first of all I am glad you are back xD What was i thinking when i wrote the poem? LOL I was just killing time, and ended up creating this, and nothing more than that haha. xD =P
Thank you , thank you :)
I know nothing more than that it is just not your way to * talk to solitude * :P Well improvements =p
Well, you should see the first comment on this post. It wasn't intended to tag 'that', unthinkingly maybe. Right-o! it's not my way (to talk to whoever) xD I am a poser! =P
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