
meagre rhymes of love …
This love that has cocooned us, enveloped us,
in the warmth of its comfort,
is a love so rare,
truly a love beyond compare.
The middling years of our lives,
when this world has us jaded,
our love melts away the despair,
banishing the pain, distant and faded.
The feelings I feel for you can never be scribbled on paper with ink,
the sentiments swim free under the placid stillness of the seas,
my heart beating in rhythm with yours,
in orchestral harmony,
our symphony soaring with inexpressible desire,
as I find myself forever drawn to the blazing heat of your inextinguishable fire.
Through desolate moments that morphed into years, tears streaming down theΒ deserts of lonesome cheeks,
we had given up on love, accepting that it may never glide on the wings of the breeze,
we felt ourselves sinking, thrashed around as we drowned in the maelstrom of emptiness,
crashing, slipping, weighed down into the crevasses, as we trod on, mile after barren mile,
at times gutted as we plumbed the depths of our souls, facing the horror of forgetting the ability to smile a simple smile.
It was then that we met, as our years began to pall, the wrinkles pronounced, the grey hair starting to fall,
it was then, when we met, that we began to live a little each day,
no longer merely existing, ensconced in our catatonic state,
it was then, when we met, when the confluence of our lives were tugged together by fate,
it was then, when our footsteps were slowly merging, ever gently forming a shared road,
it was then, so dazzlingly bright, I saw in you my my shelter, my much sought after abode.
The years we have lived, so alone for most of our lives, have exacted their toll,
even as we did not seek to mutter oaths, to sign vows of undying love on a paper scroll,
for no parchent signed and tucked away in an attic somewhere, or framed for all to see can ever be so bold,
as is our unspoken love, where there is no bartering for love, no settling for less, no going through the daily grind,
for the years have sprinkled starstuff on us, the starstuff of deep abiding love, almost impossible to find.
I am now old and grey, my wrinkles deep, my gait bent,
and I treasure every moment with you I have spent.
‘Tis true that you now lie beneath the ground, but still your laughter I hear every day,
your smile, your fragrant hair, your soft body are alive within me,
no advancing years can ever take that away,
and as memories of you are a soothing balm, you live in my thoughts, you are my constant, you can never truly go away
as I remember our gentle tender kiss, on our beach of promise, under the palm that sashayed,
under our palm, that will perennially sway.

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Hi folks,
Today I’m sharing a master piece or I say majestic work of my favorite poet. Words that struck like meteor shower to me, I hope you guys felt that magic too..
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Thank you! Shabd nahin hai to express my gratitude for sharing my scribble ππ½
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It was necessary i guess to scribble them in diary, as you want to share but also want to kept it to your self but I realize that when I read poetry and verses you scribble down, its the one who read between lines can find the link, for others its just beautiful poetic words…Lucky me I have experienced both.
Take care dear friend & Thanks again for sharing.
I hope you won’t mind if I re-blogged this on my blog.
ukuthula Peace Shanti Pax.
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so very true about the necessity at time to write down thoughts and emotions and feelings felt in a diary. you are far too generous to me, mere dost, yeh toh aapki enaayat hai. thank you yet again and likewise, wishing you stay well and thank you for reblogging my scribble. it is an honour and I am deeply grateful.
Namaskaar Salaam uKuthula Shanti Pax Peace ππ½
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I guess generous would be too big word for me too appreciate and second confession I have again started reading and listening to my favorite poets, do hear if you didn’t came across Ahmed faraz’s (Suna hai log usey aankh bhar kar dekhtey hain)
Namaskaar Salaam ukuthula Shanti Pax Peace.
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You certainly are far too generous, my friendbππ½. Jee mere dost, I have heard about Ahmed Faraz but I haven’t read any of his poetry, and I am definitely going to read his shaayri. Humne YouTube par “Rekhta” programme bahut enjoy karte hai – the young shaayars like Rajesh Reddy, Abbas Tabish, Manish Shukla, aur bahut saare different young amazing poets. Brilliant programme!
Stay well, dost, and stay healthy and safe in this time of Covid-19.
Peace and love and respect ππ½
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Emotions are so well articulated Afzal, I truly loved it. Many thanks for sharing this,it really moved me. I felt not only re-visiting those good, beautiful, yet respectful ,warm emotions but also re-reading my diary which I thrown away long time ago. It was quite overwhelming.
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All thanks to you! Your warm sentiments inspire me to keep scribbling. I have not kept a diary, but yes I do understand how moving it is when we revisit times in our past. It always leaves me both certain that I have “grown up” but then it also leaves me feeling somehow yearning for those times of not being so “grown up”.
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Mesmerising post
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Thabk you so very much ππ½ for your very kind and generous sentiments. Stay well and regards
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