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Submitted by Arshi Naim on 27 August 2008 - 5:18pm.| Updated 27 August 2008 - 6:19pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
My mirror asks for my old reflections;
My past belongings ask for symbols of my existence.
Some not destined untold stories;
Graved down long time back in my memories;
No one has traces of those remembrances;
Thou sometimes I live those wet reminiscence.
At my end some dried emotions and some life’s disappointments;
No regrets; no one had enough here, what if I didn’t get.
Material is always a perfect fan not love;
Everything cannot be left behind only for love;
With new turn new flame comes, can not forever light old love;
Happiness lies in bouquet of roses not in frozen season of love;
My life has brought back my breathes thou forgotten flair to smile;
Thy loving heart forgot; Thou this heart couldn’t forget that beguile.
My mirror asks for my old reflections;
My past belongings ask for symbols of my existence.
arshi naim
Please do not critique mechanics. The inconsistencies in style are intentional, or correcting them is not important to me.
Lovely
This piece speaks to me of loves won and lost. Perhaps a longing for youth, bygone days or even an account of what legacy will be left after the passing. A great poem on questioning memories. I think we all have those moments. I know I did after reading it.
Thanks for a good read.
Dana
Thank you
Thank you and I am happy to know your views and hope that you will read and like some more of my writings.
Hello Arshi…we all some
Hello Arshi…we all some time reflect on our old reflection…it shows our humen side..very beautifull creation.
Rahbar.
so true
you are very true , we all do reflect our old images one time or the other which talk about our human aspect and some times it is seen and some times not seen in mirrors.