WeatherA Poem by sayed Mudasir AliAnother piece which is one of my favourite.
Thursday morning! The weather is fine with my words.
Yesterday, the muses hung up on my imagination. My little fade lines were out of focus. So I caught the train of lost metaphors, I found every single line incomplete; and my sad thoughts were evaporated. Get off from the train you ticket less traveller! The simile said to me, You missed the train of thoughts, you’re all out now. I played the violin with the vibes now; I have to be voiceless, Till, my thoughts and muses return. This is the world alike. Butterfly stuck in between the lips, Should I kiss or not. `` I come from there and remember…….. I have learned and dismantled all the words To construct a single one: Home.’’ I imagine and dream of that moon buried in the lost grave. Yes, I am talking about the first language of all, survived from the waves. © 2013 sayed Mudasir AliReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 20, 2013 Last Updated on October 20, 2013 Authorsayed Mudasir AliSrinagar, Muslim (shiite), IndiaAboutI write poetry most of the time. Beside that I work in the agriculture reasearch company, where in I check the quality and research department. Ethnicity is Kashmir which lies between India & Pakistan.. more..Writing
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