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Broken Heart

A clouded dream under the moon shining bright,
floats in through the window sill tonight,
A voiceless silhouette  lurks in an ageless light,

The night sings of  the coming dawn,
Birds fly into the sky unknown,
where the heart moves the stones
and  silence reigns in the bygones..

A painting hangs on the naked  wall,
Nestled in the placid soul
As the darkness lays her crimson cloak
hope will call, and time roll back .
The eyes say the words unsaid,
the lips part, for the lips  unmet,
And every breath, the breath is full
Upon that misty night, night so still,
locked in a chest, locked  so deep,
Key to my tears, lost to sleep.

That my love, fire has led me on
shone more bright, than the blazing sun
Till the sun got burnt ,in his strife,
and how time stops , and my love springs to life..
yet you stand there, for the flames in my heart,
of love have burnt, and scorched my eyes in the dark,
but for the love of you, I will wait



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  1. A beautiful tale of love and longing.I read it thrice already! :)

  2. this is dreamy stuff. misty eyed I read and then read it again. Very similar to my own style of writing. love love love it

  3. Well I am so glad it touched a chord somewhere...Thanks.

  4. Well thank you, you are a far more consummate writer than I am - so I take it as a compliment.Thanks.

  5. Nice!!! lyk ur thot...
    hope u'll lyk dis one!!!

  6. "for the flames in my heart,
    of love have burnt, and scorched my eyes in the dark,
    but for the love of you, I will wait

    The pain, suffering, hesitation, dearth captured so very beautifully.

  7. Thank you Hemanth.Appreciate it.

  8. beautiful poetry ..nice wording ..good rhyming

  9. loved the way it has been crafted :)


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