Worlds Of Wanderers

Worlds Of Wanderers

A Poem by Irfan Bashir Shah

Words are worlds of wanderers;

Waning wishes, his or hers.

Time is but an apprentice

Learning lessons- Silence through noise.

 

Through my ringing ears I hear  

The nocturnal heralds of hazy peril,

Then with my weary withered eyes,

I see the oceans drowning skies.

 

I sauntered the deserts of scorching sands

With club and cryptic cubes in hands;

Skewered and shuddered the green less land,

Espying for eons to end an errand.

 

A realm through a portal I found,

Where once, deities and devils dwelt appeased;

Only to return with a broken might

When a shattered fairytale besieged my sight.

 

                    

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                            FETUS~

                                       11/02/12

© 2014 Irfan Bashir Shah


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Amazing format. and amazing thought process. through every word u give a vivid picture of exactly whats happening... my best lines are :
"I sauntered the deserts of scorching sands
With club and cryptic cubes in hands;
Skewered and shuddered the green less land,
Espying for eons to end an errand."

its obviously a very interstng write announcing strength and depth in it. I love the metaphor of the traveller u used. It has enhanced the underlying meaning so beautifully. Just can say its one of the best pieces tht i have come across :) keep sharing nd thnks

Posted 12 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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sauntered the deserts of scorching sands

With club and cryptic cubes in hands;

Skewered and shuddered the green less land,

Espying for eons to end an errand

Lovely imagery beautifully expressed and well penned!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Fire and water, heat and cold, light and darkness... your words paint these emotional sketchings across our minds. Life is rich and deep, even in the moments of mundane.

Posted 11 Years Ago


good one.....beautiful

Posted 11 Years Ago


Yep still an amazing piece with vivid imagery, that paint a picture in stunning detail.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very cool and descriptive. I liked the way this one flowed.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I really appreciate your explanation behind your words, I can see it through your eyes now. No matter where in the world we maybe, beauty is present it's up to the human to use care with tender hands to keep it that way.. I wish everyone could just use the one thing we all have in common.. "Humanity".. thanks for this.. it was beautiful

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

All kinds of great devices in here...I love the rhythm and alliteration, and the geographical journey from ocean to desert...great work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Well to skip all the form praises and rhyming analysis, cause everything was already said. I will only write about a meaning it had for me. For me this poem has a story, timeline. It also reminds me of the creating process. With each new story, each new poem we go through a new portal, to a new world, a new realm as you said it yourself. There we find wonders we never knew existed. When reading true miracles do happen.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

how "conan the barbarian" of u ... heheh

Posted 11 Years Ago


yes,,I read it this morning,what a good day I'll have,it reminds of all those good times when we could play all day and slee only at night...you have that God given thought of writing skill..it is awesome.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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