Love, when you send me a letter,
once send it as a blank paper…
with just your smell in it,
propelling me into the wild.
And then would come my reply,
page dipped – soaked in ink,
having no words written on it.
Keep that along your bed side.
No paper weight can hold it tight.
Acknowledge, that it is my heart sink,
embedded are toxic fumes in it.
They are just for you to remind…
I’m a man of simple tastes.
Our pleasures are juvenile.
I wish as much to be yours, like you mine.
Break it – for you, it has “No last line.”
– Dedicated to a particular specie of love… “love too soon”, which also happens to be a “love too later”.
Image credits: Photo-stock site. (It’s never a blank paper…. is it?)
Wow !! So heart touching…… I love it. I have started wondering now…How come you have such a good taste in poetry !
Good taste in poetry…? Hmm… Complimenting me with a quip that compliments you indirectly… 🙂 I just love the way artists hint and put things “deliberately accidentally”. 😉
Lol Oh no I never had a hint of complimenting myself in any way while saying this 😛 I was actually talking about your taste.
You know that ghazal you shared… Chupke chupke raat din…. I use to listen to it daily now !
Oh… in that case consider I put it accidentally 😉
I just love ghazals, specially from Ghulam Ali and Mehdi Hassan. Somehow I don’t know for what reason, new songs don’t affect me that much… I seek depth in poetry and subtle nuances in presentation. Perhaps that’s the reason, one never gets tired of listening old songs.
In this case, we have the similar interests ! I too never like the new songs with absolutely no meanings rather than just you and me and love and music !!
I too love the true poetry…. The old songs and ghazals are always my first option to listen when I am alone.
In that case, I think you are going to adore this as well… https://alisohani.wordpress.com/2013/09/15/ranjish-hi-sahi-disappointment-though-it-is-mehdi-hassan-ahmed-faraz-poem/
This one’s wonderful. 🙂
Thank you Maria. 🙂 Like usual I would love to hear which part did you like most?
I can’t decide this time.
I love each single word of it; from the first line to the last letter. From where you talk about the ‘blank page’ to the ‘no last line’, from ‘page dipped – soaked in ink’ to the ‘no paper weight can hold it tight’. If I had to quote ‘the best part’ here, the whole of it should be pasted.
You make poetry seem so easy and you write beautifully, that goes without saying it.
Thank you Miss Maqsood/ Falak. Trust me, whenever it works well, it’s more of a serendipity. After all what is a human life without a charm of an unexpected yet pleasant surprises. 🙂