My Inside Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
My Inside
I swam across the beach through the lashes
To the ocean of your tears to kiss the sadness
The sands of the dunes in the green of your eyes
Like the dropp of water I rolled down the surface
The dawn like the rise of the supernatural deity
Heaven I wished was on the rock that burned
My inside was like the sole of feet of those
Whose love in the storms for want of requital
Bring reality not unlike my fantasy in my hands
Down your lips my fingers feel the softness
The corner of the heart that has you sitting
Worship is my habit whether empty or naught
Lure me more into living by the magic
Reality distorted or opened like a book
Of wrinkles they say is the fade of beauty
Is a dropp of wine old not equal to the gallon
For dreams I retrench from day's exhaustions
Every one to his world plunges for the morrow
31/7/2009
nice similes: ''Like the dropp of water I rolled down the surface The dawn like the rise of the supernatural deity'' wonderful monologue, nice rhythm, well expressed poem..........
a well expressed introspection with lots of simile... a good narrative poem and much interaction about life...well penned...
sadiq... you could go on and on with your loving muses...........beautiful write again
Its like you're suffering from an internal bleeding, waiting to be disposed.A sadness beckoned.
beautifull thoughts.nicely expressed.thanx for sharing. a 10+++ fro me surya
my inside...this is a beautiful piece..a smart expression of an author's feeling..
nice write Sadiq...rhythmic romantic and good use of similes...thanks...10
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My inside was like the sole of feet of those Whose love in the storms for want of requital Bring reality not unlike my fantasy in my hands Down your lips my fingers feel the softness The corner of the heart that has you sitting Worship is my habit whether empty or naught --------- This have a lot of imageries and metaphors...you have expressed yourself in profoundness as yourself in the inside pace....rich piece! ! ! well crafted! ! ! 10+++