Will You Forget That My Love? Poem by Reshma Ramesh

Will You Forget That My Love?

Rating: 4.3


In the strange season
That they called blue,
Where no bird’s flight was sought
And every tree bloomed
and colored the sky beyond the balcony,
Where in white veil draped,
With eyes on the decorated street,
Stood the princess dressed like summer,
With the list of longings she held to her heart,
Trembling kisses wrapped in her smile,
Longing moans masked in her breath,
She spent the evening in his thoughts
And tunes that led to the beloved’s path,
Where he grasped her by her long black hair
And he kissed her full mouth
As she gasped for breath, he whispered
‘Will you forget that my love’?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
rago rago 14 June 2009

no when kissed on the moon lit face how can they? fantastic write and let it whisper the love in full............

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Ashraful Musaddeq 14 June 2009

'With eyes on the decorated street, Stood the princess dressed like summer, ' Nice poem with rich metaphors.10+

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Sarwar Chowdhury 14 June 2009

oh dear resh..! ammmmmmmazing word-paint! 10+

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Catrina Heart 16 June 2009

Fabulous imagery written here....Truly great! ! ! 10++++

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Jude Pereira 03 September 2009

A love saga in itself...

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You are impossible I say! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Randy Hogan 16 June 2009

So very beautifully written...Reshma

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Sadiqullah Khan 16 June 2009

Ten for your poem..................

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Sadiqullah Khan 16 June 2009

**Some Secrets of This Life I shall suffer and suffer and suffer more The reins of fate are not in my control But to the brim of capacity I shall fill the cup I shall love till the end of my breath to the spirit With intoxication of wine descending from the lips The fair one had the complexion of rose with eyes red Black linings are like tendrils with lashes like lances From the earth of the tavern of the ruins in perish Sheikh has many lessons of wisdom to him we leave Discourse of heaven and earth and soul and hell Saki my cup for the sake of the evening Lamentations are high with tears mixing wine Jubilant is the garden when moon peeps in to see In existentialist drunkenness I loose my balance I grip the reality of the unreal alas my wailing From body to soul it goes like log from the tree Ye shall hearken the reed that has the courage To chop the wood that has gathered the aroma Of water and earth after years of being left alone My cup thou fill thou fill my cup O beloved In dwindling faith asking faith for what reason The hangover of the dawn late after the sunrise Shall I tell you some secrets of this life

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Reshma Ramesh

Reshma Ramesh

Bangalore, India
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