As time changes
am i not the same –me
as i muse in glaze and glitters
for the passions of being distracting
lest i be not depriving of love in jittery
with strands of interludes uplifting desire
smooching my soul shoving upon the dreams
beyond and beneath beckoning here or elsewhere.
the time deep and infinite etching dusts amazing
like silken skin preened into beauty shimmering
that opens up all the secrets of lost love shrinking
in the midst of silence as yet crooning in cascading.
time and tide wait for no man.i loved thepoem cheers shiralley
Besides the insightful thinking, I enjoyed all the words beginning with the same consonents and those with long vowel sounds.
time changes evrything, bt one can make efforts to keep the love lamp burning, by keeping up the expectations of the lover, , , , , although it does fade with tym, bt true love never dies or fades with tym, may be the intensity changes, nt the love........gv a second thought........is it love or just the intensity.........poem makes u think about wht it could be, , , , , , , , , of course only the lover has the answer.......lovely poem
In addition to Hema Kadir's comment which I surely share, there is that bulk of emotions which the poem tends to trigger off in those who share the experience. A well written piece which captures real experience in few words saturated with a sea of meaning and feelings.
that opens up all the secrets of lost love shrinking in the midst of silence as yet crooning in cascading. ...........................................................and aren't we all in the same boat! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very wonderfully written poem with great style and depth of thought and feelings, , well done and expressed...Blessings...Cecil