Monday, May 16, 2011

In a book, a rose I see

Darkened with time
Crisped like a perfect rhyme
In a book, a rose I see
Nectar of which fed many a bee
An emblem of love
Or forgotten, all and above
Now powdered and dried
Perhaps a sign of someone who sighed
Lying dead betwixt the words
Spreading its lifeless petals as wings of birds
In a book, a rose I see
That in past; bloomed with freshness
Adorning the garden; adding to its richness
Why not an object of embellishment?
Why without care and nourishment?
In a book, a rose I see
Now hidden and unremembered
As if its owner has slumbered
‘ts buried now -
in the book, this rose that I see

4 comments:

  1. greatest poem o urs..its simply amazing.. thumbs up, hats off for u!! applauses!!<3 <3 <3

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  2. your poem sketches the nostalgic romance.. What to say abut the poem, i die for When I just read the tile.. You know its a literary gift, you did wonderful job, Thumbs up..
    Keep on writing, always love to read you.. :)<3

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  3. Amazing !

    Ab k bichde tau shayed khwabon mein milain ,

    Jis tarah sookhay gulab kitabon mein milain.

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  4. Lying dead betwixt the words, one of the most poetic verses i have ever come across. You hold a magnificent thought process and prowess to deliver it in majestic lyrical words. Keep up.

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Thanks a bunch to all the readers and comment writers!!

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Monday, May 16, 2011

In a book, a rose I see

Darkened with time
Crisped like a perfect rhyme
In a book, a rose I see
Nectar of which fed many a bee
An emblem of love
Or forgotten, all and above
Now powdered and dried
Perhaps a sign of someone who sighed
Lying dead betwixt the words
Spreading its lifeless petals as wings of birds
In a book, a rose I see
That in past; bloomed with freshness
Adorning the garden; adding to its richness
Why not an object of embellishment?
Why without care and nourishment?
In a book, a rose I see
Now hidden and unremembered
As if its owner has slumbered
‘ts buried now -
in the book, this rose that I see

4 comments:

  1. greatest poem o urs..its simply amazing.. thumbs up, hats off for u!! applauses!!<3 <3 <3

    ReplyDelete
  2. your poem sketches the nostalgic romance.. What to say abut the poem, i die for When I just read the tile.. You know its a literary gift, you did wonderful job, Thumbs up..
    Keep on writing, always love to read you.. :)<3

    ReplyDelete
  3. Amazing !

    Ab k bichde tau shayed khwabon mein milain ,

    Jis tarah sookhay gulab kitabon mein milain.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Lying dead betwixt the words, one of the most poetic verses i have ever come across. You hold a magnificent thought process and prowess to deliver it in majestic lyrical words. Keep up.

    ReplyDelete

Thanks a bunch to all the readers and comment writers!!

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