Lying on my bed just before sleeping
often I think something to write
but I sleep.
When awake I forget the thought.
I cry for you sweetheart!
Wish I could have stitched a blue skirt for you!
I could have dressed you in the zero power green bulbs!
I could have beautified you in the dressing table of my heart!
I could have managed white stockings and black sandals for you!
With a bag full of words arranged in lines,
I could have said good bye to you
wishing a happy time in the school of poets!
But I slept!
I couldn't send you
where admiration and adore were waiting for you!
I confess,
I am a killer of beautiful thoughts in the womb of my brain
that could have born like a cute infant
that could have grown in a popular poem
like a sweet and sexy teenage girl
who is grown to be loved.
I confess,
I am killer of love.
My love is not true,
Otherwise I would have left my bed and picked my pen.
Alas! My lazy lips and the gone forehead!
So well written and composed, Akhtar. You remind me that words and thoughts are often like those guests who arrive at large gatherings....and leave long before anyone (we!) has time to thank them. Great verse!
I confess, I am killer of love. My love is not true, Otherwise I would have left my bed and picked my pen.....brilliant poetic expression!
I am a killer of beautiful thoughts in the womb of my brain that could have born like a cute infant that could have grown in a popular poem like a sweet and sexy teenage girl who is grown to be loved.........confess you have made here about a teenage girl is real and nice. Beautiful poem with an unique write. Thank u Akhatarji.
This wonderful poem resonates for me. A unique thought that is put into a beautiful rendition of poetic words. Thoughts sometimes come so easily yet they slip away in an instant and leave you surreptitiously. You should have left your bed and picked your pen to capture those beautiful thoughts. Fascinating piece.10
I am a killer of thoughts in the womb of mind..I liked this line very much and the way you presented poem as a girl.+++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having a look at the picture I thought it's a poem on school going girls, when I read it, I was amazed, a wonderful poem.