Unconscious Poem by Aman Saa

Curtains are these, of shadows

and memories. Fervent play

of eyes as those pearls move

hide and seek and their essay of essence

prevails over all secrets...

curtains are these





There are some distances

which oil lamps will shy to show

paper boats will fail to sail

a courage of emotion

have knocked and raised

waves after waves

and oceans reside in me now

but waves, they have disappeared

in the rains







Failure has many a history.

My story has failed many a times

Hours unaccounted,

have escaped following hours

surpassed eclipses.

Often freedom has turned into a larger cage

momentary poem of sunset

keeps whispering







Beloved, my prayers would have reached you

had you not been a lover of day light

and I of the dark raiment of the night.

I have sat within myself side by side

and tried to convince myself.

The destroyed punctuations

will get repaired, and sentences will be right.

your voice turns into a song

an evening lyrics of meeting of daylight

and of darkness..

you wont surrender,

I cannot win.

curtains are these

If you don't open them, the breeze will....





courtesy 'Flower Rae'