Neela Nath


On Thirtydays Of Separated Love


Thirty
Days ago on Shakespeare's birthday
We had our last talk..
Thus,
Days passed; the shrouded love
Is ticking with the secs of clock.
My,
Repentance for denying the last call
From you to stay back.......
Now,
Crawling in my teary sight
Chooses to retreat to old track.
Still,
I celebrate lone cocktail
Without a peg of drink...
Addiction,
Chases me back to the talkative tick,
Prancing on my sorrowful brink;
Flash,
Bursts into thousand beams but,
The fire flies show their lovely light..
I
Silently make you the guest,
Of my segregated special night;
Let,
Sip the tumultuous cup of love,
To widen it to a long stride;
We,
Must take part in life's fest;
Our love is our sky-kissing pride!

Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2014

Topic(s): love


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  • Veteran Poet - 4,604 Points * Sunprincess * (12/14/2013 4:20:00 PM)

    Love this imagery...fireflies are my favourite...they are so magical,
    I see them and think I am lost in a dream...where anything is possible..
    ~Flash,
    Bursts into thousand beams but,
    The fire flies show their lovely light.. ~ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 478 Points Kee Thampi (5/29/2012 3:09:00 AM)

    a love with snuggles of living god, and a fear to him
    Crawling in my teary sight
    Chooses to retreat to old track.
    Still,
    I celebrate lone cocktail
    Without a peg of drink...
    Addiction,
    Chases me back to the talkative tick,
    Prancing on my sorrowful brink;
    Flash,
    Bursts into thousand beams but,
    The fire flies show their lovely light.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 248 Points Captain Cur (5/22/2012 4:52:00 PM)

    I like the beginning referring to Shakespeare birthday,
    the great love poet, and the tics of time, the sip of
    nonalcoholic wine, speaking about love and loss.
    Very well composed. (Report) Reply

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