The longest poem I wanted to pen
in your love
but
I could not find that much ink…….
Ink and Pen Let the white of paper be The tip of needle in your fingers Let the ink finish itself dry Let the blood be the color red Translucence from eyes never finish Tip of the tongue in thirst From the moon the reflection That writes on the dark page Night that shines with stars Did the marble borrow pen When sweat was engraved Living light from the niches Gold was written in blue What else could burn the heart In holy fire when sole of the feet Lover who says need ink and pen The parchment of the cloak I patch Love on every leaf and flower I for the lock of the hair you adore Shall speak of ages to me in love Need the memory that like jewel shines Is not the sindhoor on your forehead Writing of devotion sans nib silver The nightfall I held the white of arm Fingers were art when raga they write Music to the ears like dervish Reed had the plaint of love not known Let the dropp of the pearl in pendant Give tongue to ruby for the bosom What else is the page to touch With divinity my soul inscribed No speech no written word I shall for a hundred lives in wonder meditate Let alone that smile from behind the skylight 2/10/2009
Such a love blooms a lotus on dark waters no words could ever escape the still waters when emotions overwhelms the soul.
a sweet and short one..may be you can use a gel pen..lol
so resham iwas so right in my last post cheers... and yes cant let the inks dry out... cheers and ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and Sweet.. Nice.. :)