When the going gets tough
and the life become rough.
When the world is not interesting,
not a moment worth spending.
I close myself in my mind
trying to escape the grind.
I go down the memory lanes
where I am free from the pains.
Where my beautiful friend smiles,
welcomes with arms wide open across miles.
Fragrance of roses gets mixed up in air
eyes meet eyes and goes up the flare.
The wine of love causes elation
and mind experiences intoxication,
Just one look says it all,
she has always been so tall.
There is no need for the words
or to sound like lovebirds.
Everything is silent and still a song
which has been playing since long.
All I wish is to immerse in her beauty
and stay there till eternity,
untill the rude hand of sanity
brings me back to the reality.
Having tasted this gaiety
and been with my deity,
is an experience that I yearn
so, there again I long to return.
Tha future hangs on the cross
'love begets love' is not gross.
She is the muse of this rhyme
beyond all space and time
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes the situation pushed you to wall and you really think, "is my thinking okay?" Love begets love one such thought that will be under trial many a times in modern world full of anger, greed, apathy and Laden with false ego. It will be difficult to find people knowing true self and their worth. ..... but there will always metal space for the insanity of a different kind..... the ones who believe in love.... despite all odds.
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Comments4
if Shakespeare, could
his comment would
probably, or at least should
go something like:
' Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.'..
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-26931 )
for in these words
you have immortalised your muse
in ink, dear poet
and gifted us, such a memorable read
thank you!
I am extremely grateful as a menhir would be when you etch the sacred glyphs of such esoteric praise. But I will fail if I do not direct the showers of such blessings to my muse..... because when most people see that wind that passes through the flute produces the sound.... to me it's mind and that mind is muse... indeed. Thank you.
In this age of noise pollution, we seem to seldom have time for the sound of silence. It is golden, mind clearing, soul healing, body cleansing. Love in silence is beautiful, and I love this poem in the silence of my mind. Thank You.
Thank you for beautiful words ! 🌼
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