Wednesday, May 9, 2012

MICRO POETRY




Thirst

Whispered the woman to the sun,
Do you also
Sometimes
Silently
Secretly
Ache for soft hands
To cool your fires?


Deceit

As long as this heart
Beats for you,
It is not mine.
For only a rogue
Would swindle and smile.



Aging

The hair turns white
And sight black
Through loose pale skin
The colours move
From without to within.

11 comments:

  1. Hi Pervin,
    Thanks for the link. Enjoyed 'Thirst'.

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it, Abha. Thanks for stopping by!

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    1. Hey Shivani, good to hear from you! Thanks!

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  3. Pervin, fine poems. 'Thirst' appealed to me on several levels. First, it poses a question, and I like poems that do that. Second, it reminded me of Saranyu myth (she marries the Sun, can't bear his brilliance, etc. etc). Third, its full of soft sounds, or more precisely, sibilance. Finally, the interjection of 'also' (Do you also..). Unlike the sun, the lady is not in search of gentle hands (I suspect). but we wouldn't have known it hadn't she issued a languorous invite to the fierce blazing sun with that 'also'. Thx for posting.

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    1. Thanks, Anil. I've often found myself drawn to certain sounds too. The s-sound is particularly mesmerizing. Glad you liked them.

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  4. Good ones Pervin, I liked Thirst,and also Aging...I liked the interchange of black and white and the reference to colours, really nice.

    Fehmida

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  5. Brilliant! And I agree with the the commentators above, Thirst and Aging are especially so.

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  6. Enjoyed, Pervin. Thirst is beautiful!

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