All it flows like the unconfined river,
And I am one of the pebbles,
Drifting along the times,
Sometimes sluggish, sometimes swiftly,
Losing my contour and the skin I got.
All it grows like the stretching tree,
And I am one of the leaves that shed last night,
I am unaware where this dark night will lead,
But losing my dry soul this autumn,
Will enhance its charm for sure.
All it soothes like this embellishing room,
And I am one of the curtains so elegant,
That’s dancing with this strong wind.
The dust sometimes hits me hard,
Still I am showing the image behind the veiled cards.
All it tastes like any other cappuccino,
And I am the coffee beams, one of its ingredients.
Mixed and blended to give it a savor,
I was appreciated for giving this recipe a name,
But still never accepted the way I was.
In the dim light of moon,
Shines that charismatic river,
The wind touching my chest,
Comes after plucking those leaves.
The pebbles unnoticed,
Or it may be the separated leaves.
I am pleased for the love they express,
But this very moment
I see their different shade,
Compromise under the name of love.
I stand still, facing out the window,
With the cappuccino set for appreciation,
The breeze knocks for space,
Hitting those cuddling curtains.
The juvenile curtains,
Or it be the luscious coffee,
I am pleased for the altruism they express,
But this very moment
I hear their silent voice,
Compromise under the noise of life.
I feel like being a mirror,
Never cleaned for years,
Still how can I show you, my boy,
The same old image.
I tried reflecting back what I got,
But failed this time too,
Since under the name of a relation,
I am compromising too.
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Fateh! You're a gracious poet!
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u have good writing skill, ur poem is crispy and also emotional with a pain, i thank u for giving the world such a good poem
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Beautiful Expression ! Very well done.
ABHILASH!!!
Beautiful Karan... vivid pictures of the whole plot rushed in front of my eyes...
Wonderful fresh feeling...
Loved it~~~
Bhoodi
!!!
Seriously ....
aweosme imagination and great work
*Miss Sparkle*!!
Brilliant poem! Srsly.. dis is so beautifully expressed! Wow!
Rohan
A very complete poem..a good read..enjoyed this loads.
Er.DiVinEtA
great worK
kuchee koo
But losing my dry soul this autumn,
Will enhance its charm for sure.
I see their different shade,
Compromise under the name of love.
i loved the above lines, the role they played in the making...very nice....
shubham
Great poem.. Loved reading it.. :)
Vinay
these are the best lines...
But this very moment
I hear their silent voice,
Compromise under the noise of life.
I feel like being a mirror,
Never cleaned for years,
Still how can I show you, my boy,
The same old image.
I tried reflecting back what I got,
But failed this time too,
Since under the name of a relation,
I am compromising too.
loved thinking of the moments when i have my coffee look at its color and think of the life had been through... i loved readin it...
NiJo
this is poetry....in its purest form....well done mate...
$w@pnil
brilliant work mate...
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awesome..!!
mridula
I tried reflecting back what I got,
But failed this time too,
Since under the name of a relation,
I am compromising too.
very true....karan..
n really beautiful...write..
in need of love n care we.actually don"t realize when n how we change ourselves..in
order to survive in relations...
n we name it compromise..
actually compromise is..
"ART OF DIVING CAKE IN SUCH A WAY THAT EVERYONE THINKS...he has got the biggest share..."\\
unsure as always
wonderfull
its so true
confine myself
STUNNED @ your work...
I stand still, facing out the window,
With the cappuccino set for appreciation,
The breeze knocks for space,
Hitting those cuddling curtains.
what a unique blend of myriad roles!!!
I feel like being a mirror,
Never cleaned for years,
Still how can I show you, my boy,
The same old image.
wow...heartfelt interrogation...
I tried reflecting back what I got,
But failed this time too,
Since under the name of a relation,
I am compromising too.
ahh... oozing pain...
about this work of yours...karan, I would just like to say...
"PERFECTION UNBOUND"....
regards,
mayuri
~~Neh@~~
Woho dat was long,,mite hav been quite a hardwork..
It was nice,,though i wasnt too patient 2 pay attention n comprehend each word..
But as many I did dey were beautiful..
Fatima
This is one beautiful poem. Loved it.