Evasion Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Evasion
We almost touch silence with bare hands
It hangs with tonal banalty over our reclining frames
Our love can hardly find a narrative structure
We have too many loose plots on the edges
The evening reaches its conclusion and dives into
The climax while our hands grope for reasons
Maybe it's a structural debacle, an evasion
Love is too big and imposing a thing for conversation.
N. Irfan
I like the idea that treating love as an inscription leads to a debacle. It is not for the lover to inscribe such a big, imposing thing, perhaps because love is the inscription of all inscriptions.
‘Our hands grope'.. not for the hand of the other, but..'..for reasons ".. excellent. Top score and added to Myfav
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 11:18:41 PM # 1.0.0
They say, "Love has a million hues." Maybe, silence is just one of the many. Sure, Love may not be very vocal, but it is very communicative. It might be true that Silence communicates better than a zillion words..