Let there be no music the next time we meet.
I wouldn't want other notes to distract
The melodies of smile that light up my soul
In these our quarries of programmes and codes
Where horns and motors now reign.
Perhaps we should find a new ruin for a meet
And meditate on soft-blooming colours of clouds
That paint our skies with 'what could have been'
As both of us dig for relics to be culled
To fence our memories all tight.
We only have episodes of one-day-long tours
That linger with same set of questions unasked
And count through the pulses of answerless acts
That end up with stuttering farewells.
My fingers are tangled in time's clotted knots
Where stardust is turned into pebble-mired sand.
Warmed by the sunlight you wove through your hair,
I have longed for the music of seas.
But even as I rush towards waves rather late,
I'm left with the surfeit of bubbles instead.
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Your lines are so crisp and clear - "My fingers are tangled in time's clotted knots Where is stardust is turned into pebble-mired sand." Amazing poetry !!!
So beautiful, Abin - the wanting no distractions from the other's smile.....the "soft-blooming colours of clouds"......the tangled fingers, the unexpressed longing......."I have longed for the music of seas". Incredibly beautiful.
Gorgeous! So many images left me longing...
I love the double-meaning of the third line, wow. So many programmes and codes to create then follow.
A ruin is a fitting place for "what could have been".
Penultimate verse, that line about the hair is beautifully done.
hai Abin,ur blooming words r beaufitul that add lovely hues to ur poems...awesome...GOD LOVE U
this is a lovely read. Each line is full of a longing which is really moving. Thank you.
This is beautiful. I love the images you describe which are so soulful, so touching. Really nice.
I love a strong opening line, and this one rocks. I found an interesting link through ruins and relics in the description of the longed for meeting of lovers...seems doomed somehow.
Fantastic first line - a strong start that the rest of the poem build on: wonderful.
A really intelligent and original poem, Abin. So many wonderful lines, such as "My fingers are tangled in time's clotted knots...."
Awww... how sad... but truly beautiful.
We all know that feeling of 'what could have been'
Lovely.
I love your writing--so gorgeous and so moving--
I loved the first line and the idea of no distractions!
It's a literary piece, Abin....Each line is so beautifully written!
Exquisite...!!!
The yearning I felt when I read the section about one day tours. How sad, I thought, to have only occasional segments of 24 hours with which to cement relationship. The loss, the leaving, are profoundly felt in this piece.
Reminds me of mirages I have rushed forward to meet - especially love the last line (and the first).
Great depth of feeling in this one Abin. Gorgeous.
brilliant...it brings a smile to my face....and a gush of emotions welling up in my throat...and to say that you need to find a new ruin to meet..wow...
Yup, exquisite! Each lines is beating like heart do....
Some very tasty imagery you have weaved into this write, well done :)
Warmed by the sunlight you wove through your hair,
I have longed for the music of seas.
It's certainly not easy to reciprocate to someone so dear. But nothing like trying all the time. Nicely Abin!
Hank
such depth and meaning and sadness
so many beautiful lines are woven through the fibers and fingers of this poem Abin... an exquisite poem.
What a beautiful post Abin ~ Understated with emotions but scented with shadowy memories ~ I specially like the last 4 lines ~
Happy week ~
I like the imagery of "stuttering farewells."
aw. I am swept away at last! I loved the opening 6 lines, and wasn't let down from there:
"Let there be no music the next time we meet.
I wouldn't want other notes to distract
The melodies of smile that light up my soul
In these our quarries of programmes and codes
Where horns and motors now reign.
Perhaps we should find a new ruin for a meet"
Gorgeous.
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this is very well written my friend. I loved the open line, Let there be no music...." silly narrator, as if meetings can be arranged or planned to any degree.
Just lovely through out. viva la
This is lovely, Abin. I love "My fingers are tangled in time's clotted knots Where stardust is turned into pebble-mired sand."
K
Abin, first time here, thanks to fellow Toads! This is all so true, the "woulda, coulda" of romantic hindsight. Your final line was a game-winning goal, the "surfeit of bubbles" in the tide. As though the "sea change" of the relationship has actually changed the sea. Lovely and bittersweet. Peace, Amy
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