That simple word
If I am not being able to…
I give my friend’s words to you
If not my verses, not my tune
It is still yours, ’cause it’s beautiful
Like nervous bodies resembling a fight
Arriving a stillness beyond sounds and sights
I shuffled some paeans messed up in blood
To reach the calmness of a simple word
When that book of life is read
All those words but ‘love’ is dead
We spent our days, we pay our rents
To savor just a prized moment
The minute which will stay with you
What you own that is my due
I open my fist to see it’s gone
I close my eyes and I return
To the hour when ‘I’ turns to dust
Beneath all diamonds, beyond all rusts
It might be ‘love’, it might be ‘you’
One simple word: one choice of truth
If I am not enough able to…
I’ll toss the coin and call it for you
Either you win or I lose
Tomorrow is yours ’cause it’s beautiful.
Picture Courtesy: ~Chiaroscura~, featuring Kristina’s self-portraits.
Discerning ears might find tributes to Don McLean and Joan Baez and the link in the poem speaks for itself…
“And yes I know how lonely life can be, the shadows follow me, and the night won’t set me free…..”
Good oninthough.
Life’s Elsewhere:
And she loved me so
I never asked her how
How I will love more now
I tell you I don’t know
Alright! Awesome! That deserves a standing ovation!!
Wouldn’t have been written if I did not come across your poem and specially the conversation with Inam. Don’t know how but it triggered things. I am still not happy with some of the words I have used. This is hastily done.
Live’s Elsewhere: Humble bows from me now