![]() WeatherA Poem by sayed Mudasir Ali![]() Another piece which is one of my favourite.![]()
Thursday morning! The weather is fine with my words.
Yesterday, the muses hung up on my imagination. My little fade lines were out of focus. So I caught the train of lost metaphors, I found every single line incomplete; and my sad thoughts were evaporated. Get off from the train you ticket less traveller! The simile said to me, You missed the train of thoughts, you’re all out now. I played the violin with the vibes now; I have to be voiceless, Till, my thoughts and muses return. This is the world alike. Butterfly stuck in between the lips, Should I kiss or not. `` I come from there and remember…….. I have learned and dismantled all the words To construct a single one: Home.’’ I imagine and dream of that moon buried in the lost grave. Yes, I am talking about the first language of all, survived from the waves. © 2013 sayed Mudasir AliReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 20, 2013 Last Updated on October 20, 2013 Author![]() sayed Mudasir AliSrinagar, Muslim (shiite), IndiaAboutI write poetry most of the time. Beside that I work in the agriculture reasearch company, where in I check the quality and research department. Ethnicity is Kashmir which lies between India & Pakistan.. more..Writing
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