No Monitor
No keyboard
No time to sit….
To think… to write…
Away on holiday
Cut off from life
From my love
My poemhunter…
I sit alone
Looking out
At the moon
Changeless…
Changing…
Every night…
A new view…
Surrounded
By band of rainbow hues
Hidden one night
Behind gossamer clouds
Like a pumpkin
So near… I think
I can touch…
Another night
So far…. so small
Like a pale tilak*
Run down with
The heat of sun
On the face of sky, , ,
I sit alone
Out of touch
With the world
I bemoan
But, your messages
They blink upon
My cellphone screen
And brighten up
My sky like the moon
Luminous, diffused light
Chasing away my gloom
A dab of cheese
On the cheek of a cloud!
Tilak - A mark on the forehead of married women with Sindoor or Kumkum, Veer Tilak is a mark made on the forehead of soldiers going out to war!
Rule for a nice vacation. No computers, no TV, no cell phone. May be the cell phone is precious than gold these days, it can be allowed. I love your observations on moon, clouds and whole nature. Even in this great solitude, when someone touches your heart, the whole nature shines.
But, your messages They blink upon My cellphone screen And brighten up My sky like the moon Luminous, diffused light Chasing away my gloom A dab of cheese On the cheek of a cloud! Lovely and unique images. Beautiful poem, Angelina. Best Wishes Naseer
and you thoughts brighten me up, your call electrify me. very nice poem. voted 10 surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem capturing a beauty of the nature.................................................a good write...........