Day is dark
Sun's gold has rusted
Trees are wearing the shades
of night
My heart boils in a cauldron
of sorrow
Joy simmers on the slow flame
of death
Love is not my cup of tea
I believe.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
This darkness will help you to see the one standing in bright sunlight, Love is very relative term and you will have it from the source which is evasive and elusive at this moment. A beautiful poem, Nosheen, nicely penned.100++
Aloha Nosheen... Tea, is a most difficult brew... as is love... especially that love which is sought... similar to a much sought tea... found only in one's memories... or given from divinity... so better yet the many acquaintances met, along this road called living... taking the chance within friendy chats, and not worrying about any circumstances... why risk the angst? why feel the trepidation? why consider love a vocation? For love is a gift... one that humans feel less and less as necessary... this is a truth... considering all of the happenstance and negativity humans display towards their own species... all in, love is simply frightening in these daze and age... I wonder, what life would become, should the entire species act, as wickedly as those humans do, the ones we abhor... you lament filled dirge breaks my heart... but the words do work well together... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two
Hi, Good poem, simple words, but creates free flow of emotions. Pl keep writing.
short and lucid...a rather sad portrayal of poetic feelings written spontaneously and with out much fan fare liked
But, you still need love; for the joy of your heart. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am truly sorry to read this. Love was not my forte either. I like the way this poem gets to the point quickly and with sharp images.