Aman Saa

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In The Silent Waves - Poem by Aman Saa

One day things began to change and like winds they flew away
All the letters, drenched with the unshed tears, unadressed
from the secret caves of the heart

Between the sailors soul and the sail
I stand ruminating with the movements of the cradle
One day the funerals of my dreams
were staged in the bosom of love and bonding
vaster than the night sea.
I am still from then so often, my own finding and losing.
The palms were of love and memories are of despair
One holds the other with such compassion and yet,
and yet both are close strangers.
The story of eternal sorrow, was wriiten
in the redness of my heart,
and thereafter what belonged to me is a silent shadow
of a lost lover
and sunset is my history and and the glory of my solitude
blended and aged as with the flanks of time
I travel
Nor do I know where I began
And I am beginning to forget my end too.
In this restlessness of an unwelcomed summer
do not wait for me on the other shore:
between the sailor's soul and the sail
I am the in waves changing morrow and now
to whom no good bye
or any welcome await

Comments about In The Silent Waves by Aman Saa

  • (5/31/2012 1:27:00 PM)

    i can read poetry only with heart n never with rationale...i have no hesitation to say, 'i salute this matured poet! ' (Report) Reply

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  • Wahab Abdul (5/24/2012 7:10:00 AM)

    different with different epithet.....if these are craft fully molded together to a maximum effect, the poem succeed some what.....and its a good composition, i love it with my both hands. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/22/2012 3:49:00 PM)

    Symbolism n imagism have always been the tools in the practiced hands of transcendentalists and mystics in different capacities whether as poets, philosophers or scholars...for them the world is clad in the manifold garb, for they themselves have multiple folds n layers of their own souls...they keep on decoding n deciphering the symbols of the world in such a way as when their work is read, it does not go deep down the throat easily, but not when they are understood...

    the grammar of this poem, especially adjectives+nouns are painting the picture of the unshed tears, secret caves, sailors'souls, night sea, close strangers...and lost lover, silent are a gifted poet though, but you seem to chisel your phrases too...
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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