Without you again
I crossed that muddy street
I searched for you, again I became your maid.
When I am reminded of my past with you
I have the smell of all perfumes
Memories laugh
I remember the night
sitting near the window flowers
Your eyes were my mirror
I stared into you
I remember the moon was kind that night
The sky was happy
winking at us
Trees were listening
That night Nature was in love
I remember you told me, “I won’t leave you, I love you”
I remember I said, “Promise, Promise?”
and my hands hugged your fingers
I remember I did not hear from you again
Your promise, cheap
All the nights after, black.
You did not come again
But still when I see half of the moon
I search for you, again I become your maid.
By Roya
Roya am so proud of ya, dis iz really really nice, there is an Indian poet, Ghalib, one of the verse of his poems just fits you, here it is
Hain Aur Bhe Dunya Mein Sukhanwar Bahut Achy
(There are many speakers/writers, very good in this world)
Kehty Hain Ke Ghalib Ka Andaaz-e Bayaan Aur Hai
(But its said that writings of Ghalib are different among all)
There many writers but the way u write is totally fabulous, PROUD OF YOU
Roya,
I love this poem. The emotion that you describe could so easily have gone beyond words, but you articulate it beautifully…