Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Unspoken Word

the unspoken word will always remain unheard
it will simmer in my eyes
behind the trace of the last meeting
it will stay on my lips
behind the tremor of my tongue
it will hang with shadows
and get dragged by my feet
it will blight all my hours
and heave with the darkness of these nights
it will claw my skin
and draw circles on sheets of time

the unspoken word will not enter your world
it will stay in my eyes
behind the shades of your face
it will stay on my lips
beside the sound of your name
it will hang with shadows
and drag me with its weight
it will blight all my hours
and fan the fires of distance
it will claw my skin
as I write your name on sheets of time

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

ek kada dard jo geet main dhalta hi nahin
dil ki tareek shigafon se nikalta hi nahin ...
... wahi besood tajjassus, wahi bekaar khayal...

Roxana said...

i have read this poem many times, and it stays with me, silently, in my innermost of worlds. i have been thinking, how strange this is, that we share the same obsession, over years, the obsession with the last meeting, the unsaid words...

i am grateful i have known you... and wish you a great New Year, Kubla.

Kubla Khan said...

Roxana, hi

You are a sensitive reader. And kind. thanks for visiting and a Happy New Year to you.

Anonymous said...

jenab badi pasand aayey hi nazm. mazi aaw

Mushroom said...

wow! this is an awesome poem!

Manny Gergo said...

love this poem!!!