Stranger

by zeeshanrAhamed Abad, Gujarat, India

Mar 2014 463 Views 9 comments

Stranger

Author: Faiz

So much politeness, yet we remain strangers;
how many meetings till we are again lovers?
How long before we see a spring of unsullied green?
How many rains before the blood stains wash away?
Heartless were the moments ending the pain of our love,
Lightless were the mornings following life-giving nights.
I longed to beg forgiveness, even complain as lovers do,
but my heart's crushing defeat gave me no respite.
What I had gone to say, Zeeshan, risking all -
remained unsaid when all else was done.

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Posted: Mar 2014

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Comments (9)

darkhorse555donegal, Donegal IrelandMar 23, 2014

that for me was a very beautiful piece of writing excellent vision

RedexNorthumberland, England UKMar 23, 2014

wonderful just wonderful. Two things came to my mind ---the distance between two countries or lovers of the mind.
Non the less I loved the flow. Do I know you ?

zeeshanrOPAhamed Abad, Gujarat IndiaMar 23, 2014

Thanks darkhorse555 and Redex for liking my poem

And yes Redex we know each other through our mind. our felling, our pain and our writing.

Sinclair_RHRCyberSpace, Missouri USAMar 23, 2014

zeeshanrOPAhamed Abad, Gujarat IndiaMar 23, 2014

Thanks Sinclair_RHR for liking my poem

RubyDeeRosemontague, California USAMar 23, 2014

Very nice...you pass that feeling of remaining silent on to the reader. I read what you feel but I am quiet too. Both poet and reader are silent together.

Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKMar 23, 2014

So much politeness, yet we remain strangers;
how many meetings till we are again lovers?

So beautiful - so much a sign of the times.