THE MORN..
Posted: December 27, 2011 Filed under: reflections n ideals | Tags: dreams, morning, verses 15 Comments »
on the spiky bed of dreams i slept
and woke up with a bleeding heart
the sheet was drenched in colors of whims
so was pillow jaded of burdens
of many a sleepless nights…
the bird when tweeted outside my window
i drew the curtain back
in the iris of its eyes was dancing a rainbow wild
it had plucked an iris flower and gave the brightest smile
the morn had stretched its gold and the sun was frowning pale
the roads had laid their arms open and trees with lazy shades
stood tall and sloppy and blase’
day upon day and night upon night is a moment and no more
which stands stagnant in eternal awe which rest in eternal pain
i closed the window pane and moved away from idol moment
my slippers torn and wings crumbled and my crazy ventures
all smiled at me with disdain
all smiled to my oblivion..
and wrecked my composure vain
You have great talent of painting pictures with words. I guess it’s impresionism
Have a happy 2012 in advance )
U bet Sabi and I am a post impressionist like Van Gogh
I like his paintings. Especially sunflowers
But please don’t touch your ears 
xox
lol, i wont hopefully no matter how heart broken
n i like starry night..
this is so good.
as usual
i am running out of things to say for your posts Mahlaqa!
i am humbled eva thankyou
That writing was magical , the bird and the imagery of the iris was pure writing
That was beautiful , words fail me
Emu
your kind words are appreciated Ian thank you
n why do you keep changing ur gravatar ur own dp should be posted
Yay morning
lol, should i presume u never read the post but just the title
I would have turned over and went back to sleep.
Nice poem as always.
thats what i did Aneesa
[...] THE MORN.. [...]
M, I cannot believe how our poetry resonates — reading this poem I felt the serrated pangs that are so deeply circumferenced between the heart and the pillow that is a silent plea, a silent catharsis, a silent death yet waking up to live….or, at times to exist. There is a plethora of thoughts, emotions and soft pangs that has woven on your blog. Truly, I feel that I have known you in some space and in the corridor of time. Yes, we shall be in touch. I welcome you to stop by. ‘The Morn’ is felt in my marrow.
Keep penning, meri dost. Khush rahain (whatever that means). Cheers, S
Hey S
well u do me too much honor honestly yet i feel so deeply gratified if a visitor stops by cz she/he has found a reason to stop. specially if the reason is feeling a relevance to all that is said. and well yes i do know some people outside the domain of time and space so yea
take care dear.
regards M.