Wrinkled skin of my aging soul
Merely I could feel the touch
Of her falling fingers
Soaring from her tender heart
Desperate to caress my spirit untouched
Life has been an illusionary abode
For the solitary ghost of love like me
Death calls herself a mansion of reality
Speaks my name with her lustful eyes
Wants to kiss my rancid lips
Pines for my flesh and blood
Yearns for my love unremitting
O’ God!
I turned her down tonight
I denied her love unrivaled
For the love of this deceptive world
For the lust of the skins to be crinkled
And to live in the arms of endless desire
One more Valentine’s Day
Feb 13,2009
bravo, bravo a very beautiful and strong write kamran bhai and i loved it...10 'chalo sirf hum hee nahin hain iss dunya mein zindagi ke sataye huwey chak-e gireybaan aur bhi hain hum ney toa kub ka jigrey natawan ko ukhar dya per ab bhi kisi koney mein sisakta hai, chahaton ke leye' - aijaz
Death death and death i dont like poem on Valentines day so minus-----10 to you
Death is the Valentine ultimate, everybody's...good poem, Kamran...thanks...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'And he dared death to live in her arms another night to spend to take and to give and nourish their love till the end.....' Dear Kamran....this is the best i have read on this day.....unrefined and raw emotions has gone into its making....My best wishes! Happy valentine's day