Aman Saa

Rookie (Assam, India)

August Lanes - Poem by Aman Saa

time cannot have a name
neither timelessness.
But an awakening may arrive
in a moment newness may begin
as you come across a passage
that makes you think over again
Is it the right way to walk?

wonder cannot have an accent
as fragrance cannot have definition
but the midnight blossom of yours
in the lone garden of this empty time
speaks of a wonder whose fragrance is all

I have been to several abandoned corners
with the strings of my existence
I have tied many a pole
Yet every time I reflect
it seems the rules of life are different
There is a reflection in the east window pane
where sun sets with the same beauty of death,
Walking through a melancholy
that is invisible,
rain cannot have a color

Comments about August Lanes by Aman Saa

  • Ramesh Rai (7/17/2013 5:16:00 AM)

    beautiful n soothing write. keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • Passionate Reader (4/23/2013 3:50:00 PM)

    enjoyed reading this poem! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • The Reader (10/27/2012 12:42:00 PM)

    where sun sets with the same beauty of death, ................

    A poem with an exquisite beauty...............
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  • Saadat Tahir (10/27/2012 10:44:00 AM)

    Absolutely stunning imagery...impressive!
    You take the reader on an unknown uncharted journey...dipping and bobbing; in and out of reality and hallucination....
    an odyssey of sorts…the similitude is superb the rendering fine as silk, woven in gossamer finesse.
    Time filters through it as shaded rays of light…..its not often, poetry touches one like dat.
    Great job….! ! !

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 12, 2012

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