His shadow stretches away
Impatiently from him, as
He stood silently facing the
Setting sun on his balcony…
Observing the strange play
Of diminishing Light
And emerging long shadows,
Occupied in the emphasis
Of evolving new sentiments
Her shadow wavered on the
Solid wall, as the candle flame
Swayed by her turbulent breathing,
She sat tentatively sculpting
His contours in the melted wax
Collecting on the panel,
Creating an obscure imagery of
Her uncertain conclusions
Towards his growing acquaintance
After a long commotion
They retire to rest
Their engrossed minds,
Putting off the probing light
In the collective darkness
Of their remote quarters
Their shadows break out
In secret, to become one
Under the blanket of night…
it surely is beautiful imaginary write with deep thoughts converted into words, thanks for sharing seema 10/10
I liked the sombre mood and mellowed tone you could bring into this poem....that easily takes the reader to another world........10 Pl.read my RENDEZVOUS and tell me how good it is.......
his shadows --her shadows become one under the blanket of the nite. nice write seema do keep sharing +10 regards anjali (do read mine until death do us part)
two shadows waiting to set into one...signifying a rise...good imaginative write, Seema 10
A story from the world of love, from some distant valley i am confused if this poem is composed of words.......... or it is just the true feeling i am seeing wonderful
It is in times like these that I am speechless. I just want to sit down and listen to those words being said aloud Nothing else matters for its all there, complete in every respect. Even a breath of air would destroy its balance. Ash (Rishi's Dad)
Seema, I read through this poem and comments on it... no one understood the irony of this poem, not even me; commenting on it... There is something hidden like a Da Vinci Code in this painting of two new lovers beginning a new love life… But the dismal touch in the form of shadows makes it different and I would say you may have written it in reminiscence of a love story beginning with tentative love, spreading infectiously and then losing its charm… anyways, I just felt it that way and I may be wrong… A great read adorned with beauty of imagination, well versed and beautifully ends with a craving to have more… Regards, Kamran
seema means boundary. but your poetic world has no boundaries ++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seema, - a great poem, especially your last para is really impressive! You may like my short poem, - 'My Shadow', though in a different concept. - Raj Nandy