Hasan Ali

Rookie (London, England)

Tell Tale Eyes - Poem by Hasan Ali

Your eyes, when they speak
tell me tales of broken dreams
nervily, reservedly, interrupted
as if a muffled scream.
And I can sense,
in your weariness
that you wish they did not
impart, secrets best left
concealed in the heart,
your heart of hearts.

But could it be?
Possibly? Or have
you atleast considered as such,
it might be good that your eyes can touch
as well as look at anyone you like,
and that maybe I could help you disremember?
Instead of watching you constantly fight
away at memories without respite.

Sovereign mistress of melancholy, let
me melt into those eyes
those tell tale eyes,
those beautiful eyes
and help them admire the cloudy skies
whose abluent drops will fall upon us,
soaking me, cleansing you and thus
transforming those melancholy eyes,
to a laughing pair who love unequivocally

Let your eyes look into mine madame,
let them. Let them!


Comments about Tell Tale Eyes by Hasan Ali

  • (4/18/2008 4:02:00 PM)


    Nervily, reservedly. I like that very much. And the hesitant suggestion and then the urgent appeal. It might be good indeed and Madame will no doubt recognise that. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008



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