I
The Trivia…
Perched on a mountain top
With icy winds
Against brazen cheeks
And a writhing river
Amidst mottled green
Life perhaps is a spectacle
And a handful of perspectives
That we bequeath
Our hearts’ each twist.
II
The Brooding…
In the middle of
A dreary afternoon
I woke with a start.
My throat dry
Bruised with a thousand sighs
With voices within
Like a million cries –
Enough! I plug my ears
I wish to hear
Your euphonious voice
Before I slide into sleep again.
III
Falling Apart…
Lost somewhere
In our efforts
To carve
Our separate worlds
Is perhaps
That nascent feeling
We lovingly nurtured
To drape
Our days with.
IV
A Spanner in The Works…
It was just a face
No more than a pattern
An entity in space
Of many seen in a tavern
That waits its end
At the corner of a shabby street -
Morose, moribund -
Epitomizing mediocrity's defeat.
And though it reflected much,
It said nothing.
An average man's fate is such;
It's sealed before the morn begins.
V
A Scene at A Café…
Epilogue
I place my hands on yours.
You quietly withdraw: unsure.
Our silence engulfs
A million wishes unsaid.
I wish to say
But you place your fingers
On my pouting lips –
“Don’t ask!
I have no answers.”
But when did I seek an answer,
I only pose the question –
What is life
If not
A glimmer of love
In your gaping eyes?
© Dan Husain
April 22, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
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My throat dry
Bruised with a thousand sighs
What lines! Heartrending and beautiful. Sigh.
Your poetry is soul-stirring. I have read your previous posts, and I have relished the moments I felt the onslaught of butterflies in my chest. ^_^ My faves are Earthquake and Rendezvous.
Keep the ink flowing. Dream well. Dream well...
Today I like this collection of your work the most, especially Falling Apart and A Scene at A Café…the words seem to hint at a very great pain stalking and lurking behind the poignant moments.
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