I am often amazed
at the tales of love
where eyes dream,
heart desires and the
greens sing a song
of the beloved
Caught between the
sighs of the moon
cuddled emotions
flare up memories
and slowly, with open
arms, those stories
embrace one
which waits its turn
to be etched in shifting
sands of remembrance
who said love will bless
you, believe in love
for love needs patience
and yet looking
at those eyes with half
moons peeping out under
the shadow of clouds
I know that love is a
struggle against memory
at the tales of love
where eyes dream,
heart desires and the
greens sing a song
of the beloved
Caught between the
sighs of the moon
cuddled emotions
flare up memories
and slowly, with open
arms, those stories
embrace one
which waits its turn
to be etched in shifting
sands of remembrance
who said love will bless
you, believe in love
for love needs patience
and yet looking
at those eyes with half
moons peeping out under
the shadow of clouds
I know that love is a
struggle against memory
love is a struggle against memory...
ReplyDeletetouching...
lovely...'I know that love is a/
ReplyDeletestruggle against memory' this is interesting and well said...
Med
bahut sundar.
ReplyDeletehey... lovely poesy... its really nice the way 'tis broken up...
ReplyDeleteBut those memories cuddle you sometimes and tells you that they are there for a reason....
ReplyDeletein a time when one is forced to give up the so called primitive notions associated with love..this poem tends to bring back some of our lost faith.. Really beautiful poem!
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