On a bright sunny day
I was drenched in a rain of thoughts
Taste of bygone my mind sought
I looked back and thought
of the roads, I walked and forsook
of the lovers, for saviors I mistook
In the memory stack I rummaged
for a day the clouds swallowed
for a night the nightmares gulped
My mind was clustered with
various sunrises and sunsets
that tinged my limited horizon.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
Memories are only sunrises and sunsets. I like it. Well done.
Even on a sunny day we may fail to see the not so distant horizon. Only God can be our savior, others will fail us and cloud us if we get things out of perspective.
read your msg.. good.. your poem will be in the compilation (Part II.) Ciao
Thank you Fabrizio. I'm glad to know. Looking forward. All the best.
Hi Nosheen, what about adding thi poem of yours, 'From The Diary Of A Poet', to the Anthology 'Our Chains, Our Dreams - Part Two''? Let me know if it's ok with you Cheers F.
Beautiful write Nosheen. No doubt its the wonderful Diary of a poet. All the thoughts from sunrise to sunsets are clustered in pages. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life! In the rain of thoughts. With the muse of the past. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem with us.
Thank you Edward for your kind comments.