Wednesday, March 10, 2010

A Poets World

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as a photographer
pain i love to shoot
as a poet love shoots
my pain en route
my dark soul
covered in soot
poetic pathos
all night
i compute
her love
a forbidden fruit
i see i feel
but wont loot
a soliloquy
sans duet
closed doors
i cant break open
my pain acute
she is blind deaf
her surroundings
totally mute
her serenity
her singularity
with my dark
thoughts
i wont pollute
a lost angel
no dispute
poem after poem
in her pursuit
to her silence
i pay tribute
barefeet
through
the winding
lanes of my
misfortune
on paper
thin wings
i commute

Even if you wrote nothing she should be able to read it as the poem of your love and life..

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