Silence

How do thine eyes weave numerous rhymes
Thine silence plus-es many worlds and words
Soulful and soothing like those wind chimes
Few blossom like springs others cut like swords

Me admit mine clue-less flaws and cowardice
You are a walking poetry, I am no poet
could thee not feel me and mine silent cries
You are the sea, I am a ship, sink and float

Noise-less me word-less thee and souls weep
Because you are not just the air I breath
Smiles of thine ignites shrine, more I creep
You are me, mine, besides and beneath

Dear mine, Let the silences burst into noises
Expectations will die, And love blooms like roses !!!

—-“A Shakespearian sonnet”—


Written for The Strix

Thank you so much dearest Patty for providing this beautiful opportunity to write for “The Strix”

An Artist

 

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Pale fingers

filled with nicotine

On the white paper moved well..

Red eyes

In the imaginary world

glanced and gazed !

I wonder

How far your imaginations reach?

But they never fly over my roof

Where I stand

Each night

With a wish to feel you !!!


Come out of my dreams and imaginations.

Thank you dear Artist. Please contact me, if you ever see this !

An addiction

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 Your curious looks

curvy like brooks

Tossed my heart, tore me apart

Your reddened face

lips up for praise

Raised eyebrows, clear and close

Slight smile of thee

hypnotizes me

Deeper I sink in sea, never sets me free

But Remember !

You need no verbs to describe your nerves

I know

where you stand, how hard you pretend

When you gazed a star, traversed alone and far

Remember !

I am there

As long as you despair

I will wait, until you repair

Your traces and faces

Because this is no love

In my words

“An Addiction !!!”


Photography by :- Paul Militaru

Poetry by :- Isolated_girl

Originally written for PaxEtDolor Magazine

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