Beloved

Beloved

A Poem by Khaaki

O' beloved,
I cherish the night of separation,
With all its longing and despair...

 

O' beloved,

The stars twinkle upon me,

And muse amongst themselves...

How gammoned is the heart of the lover!

 

O' beloved,

Under the cloak of darkness,

I rub sparks out of flint stones,

Reminding me of my volatile joys...

 

O' beloved,

Flood my dreams,

Dye me in thy color,

I shall let the illusion stay,

If only my pain would fade away...

 

 

© 2012 Khaaki


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. oh ... you blurt out my heart in such a beautiful and lyrical symphony ... these words are just so heartfelt, poignant and melodious, haseeb ...

in khoobsoorat vaadiyon mein
ab tooh bhi aa
in khoobsoorat vaadiyon
ki khoobsoorati badha

khud nahin toh sapnon mein aa
rangon mein nahin toh rangrez ban kar aa

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Great poem...great work

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is an aching write of longing... reaching to the joy of your beloved... wanting so much to melt together... Passionate in every way...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. oh ... you blurt out my heart in such a beautiful and lyrical symphony ... these words are just so heartfelt, poignant and melodious, haseeb ...

in khoobsoorat vaadiyon mein
ab tooh bhi aa
in khoobsoorat vaadiyon
ki khoobsoorati badha

khud nahin toh sapnon mein aa
rangon mein nahin toh rangrez ban kar aa

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This tugs and pulls, enjoyed the emotional write....xo

Posted 13 Years Ago


Deep, heartfelt piece. Great write!


Posted 13 Years Ago



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Khaaki
Khaaki

New Delhi, , India



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