Wish I can start my poetry
For you but I am still searching
Scathing abysmal figments.
In the half burnt sheets of memories
I am separating dusts and clouds.
Your aura lingers in my empty heart.
Life’s been a thundering thud
In the festering mind I hear cardinal echo
Purging the inferno of loathesome waves.
Starlit moon and deluging night
Had been my allies
And you rose in my dead sky.
Resplendent and belligerent
to my tamed desires.
© //Aquib//
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O professor this is, actually I don’t know why to say. The lines I loved the most are-
In the half burnt sheets of memories
I am separating dusts and clouds.
And also the image created in
“And you rose in my dead sky.
Resplendent and belligerent
to my tamed desires.”
is so beautiful.
Tried to read this normally,
Tried…
Tried to leave a normal comment
Oh professor, but these tears don’t stop
The tightening in the throat
The lurch in the stomach
This clenched feeling of the heart
O professor
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I must say you have a damn good choice of words.
The third last line has two meanings though.
One like you rose, meaning stood up or climbed up in my dead sky and the other rose, meaning as lively as rose flower amidst all deadness.
Well done, Aquib.
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Brilliant , especially the last two lines are just WOW!!!
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