Not you, not me
No one knows what fate had written on us
Time is now reading this secret so slowly and reveal it
But to you i dare to say
If a rose is a book of two hearts
You must be those petal pages
And i am the scented ink that written on surfaces
We bound together in a chapter
In folded pages of blooming roses
Not you nor anyone
Who knows our written fate?
One day when time claims youth from a rose
When beauty of our days just not the same
I know scent still bind to petals
We die and all stories buried together
Even there is fault of our star
The shine won't fading away
It remains at the midnight sky
Of our secret fate
Leave ignorance to bliss
No one knows what it will be
Neither you nor me
...But the moment i am having now
it just timeless masterpiece
it just timeless masterpiece
Immortal touch of scent to petals
Just let we live this moment
to be our timeless masterpiece
Soul, your words are a Timeless Masterpiece. Each drop of ink you pen is so meaningful. Thank You too for your Poet Notes.
If a rose is a book of two hearts You must be those petal pages And i am the scented ink that written on surfaces We bound together in a chapter In folded pages of blooming roses... .. lovely theme. It is a gorgeous poem on friendship related to time having stunning expression. Time can say what fate has written.
Timeless Masterpiece is an insightful piece of the time. Thank you very much.
Shukriya dear Jazib, be blessed and stay to believe we live in blessing either in pain or happy...what ever come to us, let just make it a moment, a timeless masterpiece, a memory that never forgotten..and lived once for it! :) enjoy your day :)
We all are puppets at the hands of Fate and destiny, we try to unleash the future based on our past and present but how many succeeded only God knows, they claim and they say that they knew it...? ? ? ? My friend your metaphor for life and Fate is perfect...What can be better than the rose and its petals! The emotions that flowed from your pen did the magic of entering straight into my heart..... Some lines needed special mention from your poem: One day when time claims youth from a rose When beauty of our days just not the same I know scent still bind to petals We die and all stories buried together....100+++
Your soothing words always like a pillow that make all my restless day sleep well and forget all bad day time..Thanks for your beautiful kind words on my little poem, it does make me happier today :) Thanks.. I will put your version at note column so people will noticed your help to add more spice to the poem. :)
Timeless and masterpiece. and the gift of presence. So this poem is a flower, and emotions are scent.
Thanks Ali, you know the essence of the poem by using the theme to comment it..thank you dear one. Your comment will be one of those chapter made of petal for this poem :) i really appreciate it :)
Yes! 'No one knows what fate has written on us'. Nice piece of work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is lovely.as I told you before. It has its own shining and influence on me and after so long I have come back to our lovely PH and reading again. One thing I want to add is that, maybe we all think that with our deaths everything would be finished. We all will be forgotten.but I am sure it s not true.the influence we have on each other and our relationship will be remain.helping others and trying to be good. Or even when we don't have something to share, just a simple smile would be enough. That's why someone once told me, when u want to do something, think twice, because u r act and words may plant the seed of success and may plant the seed of happiness in everybody's life.and that is the influence which remains.and that is the shine won't fade away. Congrats with u r 100 poem~ur friend~nb