Prelude:
The world resides in the clandestine chambers,
Of the heart that hath witnessed its visual game.
Just as steady heat that resides in silent embers,
For long after the winds had consumed the flames.
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Long before thee penned thy farewell verse,
Hadn’t thee imprisoned this heart by thy ply?
Now, thou art the deity that my soul nurses,
Where is reason for the prospect of goodbye?
This heart, in longing misses its beat,
At every instance it hears your name.
Aren’t thou, who thus have taken a seat
Within me, a silent spectator of this game?
Like the magnet that holds to iron pieces,
To charge and galvanize their very frames,
Thou art held me by thy memories’ tresses,
Now, there is no escape from this sweet blame.
Destiny that banished me from thy presence,
Did only fill my every pore with thy thoughts.
The wicked wind could only spread her fragrance,
When to kidnap the flower was his callous sought.
Yes, thou would reside in me just as heat would in the embers, and hence, where is the reason to say goodbye!
A good friend of mine finds himself in a position to say a goodbye that he just cannot get himself to. This post is a message to him.
2 comments:
and i sincerely hope that that good friend of urs never says good bye :)
lovely as usual.. i think i will fall short of adjectives soon, so just take it for granted that each verse is a beauty for sure..
Thanks a lot.
yeah...i hope that too.
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