Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Broken promise to a left behind fey woman


Cloaked in silence, these stars bear,
Spelt in book of my passionate dreams,
Demoiselle you have the wildest eyes,
What blinds are to see and deaf to hear?
Carven name I’d remember to baptize,
In the forest of promise, on every tree,
Woman of sacred heart, or so it seems,
I shall revisit for you’re dearest to me.



11 comments:

mania said...

ehh. touching.
especially the last lines rocks.

mania said...
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Hafsa E. Balouch. said...
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Fareed said...

Mania- The very words form the crux of the poem as there dwells the lies.

Hafsa- *Thumbs up*

~*~ Jal Pari ~*~ said...

Beautiful poetry!

Heavenly Muse said...

the iamge u selected is good personification of ur thoughts...

Fareed said...

Jal Pari- I'm glad you think so.

Heavenly Muse- Quite apt I must admit.

siras said...

Beautiful! :)

Fareed said...

Is it?

Medha said...

The image that does justice to the poetry.
Bravo.

Fareed said...

Thanks.