Irfan Tramboo

Your Face - Poem by Irfan Tramboo


I wanted to write,
but you wanted me,
to look at you,
I insist: I want to write,
you gently touch my black pen,
turning its black ink,
into something white,
it started letting the white,
ink to flow through.
I wrote, and I didn't,
paper absorbed words I wrote,
white words,
white, like your teeth,
I narrated encounters,
and I didn't,
I praised your eyes,
and I didn't,
I draw your face,
and I didn't,
I wrote everything,
and wrote nothing.
You turned my pen dumb,
it conversed,
and it didn't,
for that white paper,
it said numerous things,
but for me, nothing.
You wanted me to look at you,
I wanted to write,
I wrote, and I didn't,
I poured my heart out,
and I didn't.


Forget to write,
drown into her eyes,
you will learn,
how to write,
and let this pen,
have some rest tonight,
let this ink regain,
its color,
play with her eyes:
the game of blinks,

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Your Face by Irfan Tramboo

  • Soul Watcher (1/11/2016 7:33:00 AM)

    Sometimes we can see everything in live in only one face..
    Nice poem thank you
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/11/2016 6:44:00 AM)

    The beauty of the face. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2016

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