Looking Down From My Balcony Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Looking Down From My Balcony
As I sit on my bed
Golden orange sheets,
Made of silk, my head
Tilted, combing my hair,
The wind pushes the
Wooden door of the balcony
Slightly ajar bringing
In the melancholy tunes
Which you sing for me,
The ivory comb drops
To the marble floor
My white veil touching
The floor, rush to the
Door pushing it apart
With my pink hands
And enter the balcony,
The peacock dances
In the lush lawns,
Roses bloom, Nightingale
Sings and there I see
You my handsome Prince
Standing with arms folded
Over your broad chest
Looking up at me with
A smile as I look down
From my balcony
A sequel to the poem Balcony from poet Sadiqullah Khan
A vivid imagery evoking experience, bringing readers close to the heart of the poet
so amazing, , , , , , , , love brings you to a world of your own, , , , i am learning passion from you reshma, , ,10 and much more
Of the passions did I speak From books old or music In syntheses Moses and Christ and the others My masters in the tavern With “Paris” did I cross The sword as in Romeo and Juliet Shakespeare might have read Or heard the story from the city of love Standing are you on the balcony in Verona “The mole on the cheek of my love” So went I in passions when I asked The friends to hear me in the city dear Known am I in the world of love My self you have become as for me My identity are you for my love Like my address on the wall of my home In the tavern when I sip the cup I see the reflection of the eyes drunk In passion I see for reason is not mine When your sweet words descend on me From up above the balcony in my search You told not to speak of the philosophies Of love and be the initiate When my cheek speaketh the love you seek Lost are why you in the world Did not I tell you are drunk with the wine Nature is me and the universe I hold Of earth and mars and canyons great You speaketh for me they quote to listen The seduction of my eyes they shall never forget My head in your lap but they look at my eyes Like an unsheathed sword am I Tread softly for the path is dear
Very romantic. Got me straight to the heart. Reshma. Keep writing more like this.
wow, romantic staff, i really like the code of your poem...it goes deep in the heart...and hey be careful, i might just fall for your poem..hahahah! ! ! ! ! ! ! just joking....but great poem straight 10 from me
So romantic..I could imagine such loving look from that prince's eyes!
very nice imaginary, romantice and so sweet.... Like it very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 1:25:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a vivid free verse poem, Reshma, filled with superb imagery in nearly every line. It tells a beautiful story very well and your descriptive phrasing is outstanding. Carl.