Each face, a story
Each face says a story,
Each passing glance, a life time,
Moulded by circumstances,
Weathered by the incessant tides.
Eyes tempered to deep tolerance,
By the fires or emotional turmoil.
Eyes sparkling with mischief,
Darting back and forth with delight.
Each face says a story,
Downcast with despair,
Worried about unknown circumstances,
Or gleaming with divine Ecstasy.
Fine lines and deep furrows sculpted,
By joy and sorrow in turn.
Hair combed to perfection,
Or bleached white by time.
Each face says a story,
Each color, each line an emotion.
Never was I more crowded,
Nor neither so alone.
Each passing glance, a life time,
Moulded by circumstances,
Weathered by the incessant tides.
Eyes tempered to deep tolerance,
By the fires or emotional turmoil.
Eyes sparkling with mischief,
Darting back and forth with delight.
Each face says a story,
Downcast with despair,
Worried about unknown circumstances,
Or gleaming with divine Ecstasy.
Fine lines and deep furrows sculpted,
By joy and sorrow in turn.
Hair combed to perfection,
Or bleached white by time.
Each face says a story,
Each color, each line an emotion.
Never was I more crowded,
Nor neither so alone.
posted by Chittz at
9:00 PM
9 Comments:
very nice <3
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Mimi, at 4:31 AM
hey amie..I'm guessing you're indian too right? My family's from Kerala and I'm pretty much 100% indian. I'm excited to see that girls there are very posh and intelligent in kerala today. Like yourself! I love your poems I read a couple of them on my free time. Which is once in a blue moon might I add. But keep writing you def. have something there and visit my blog every now and then. I just started. lol well take care. <3 M
By
Mimi, at 7:35 AM
nice!!really nice !! check out some poems i wrote!
By
ashar, at 3:34 AM
hey cool found ur blog in orkut,ur poems are nice,i write some too,check my blog,,
and that contradiction abt overcrowded and alone
i love it
if u read some of my stuff u wil find the same lines
alost felt like i was reading my stuff
By
ghostrider, at 7:07 PM
lovely poems...
how do you manage to write them all :)
By
Sarit, at 7:54 PM
Nice work :-)
By
Anonymous, at 6:00 PM
i read the broken chains,
u know what i can feel what u mean
dunno why but in a parallel way u write like i do
i mean both ways but cool
bye
By
ghostrider, at 8:56 PM
(after the chennai beaches)
heavenly chants of the sea
the moon was high and the waves were too
these crabs would appear ,reappear ,and dissapear
making my feet uneasy,weird
butt rear ,cold wind ,cool air ,black night
maybe deep into the sea ,there were land s distant,so far far away
yet wen u see the moon that way
evrything around appears small and within reach,the sand the water
the people
who were few in that time of the night
the streetlights whish were the last motif of uniformity
started blinding one by one
and the rest appeared blurred
the only couple would be the police men/women
sitting by the road
but wen u listen carefully to the sea
it may call out ur name
it may tell u that its alright
u are not raelly pissed off
its life ,its life and its worth the pain to sit
and listen to the heavenly chant of the sea
who knows no strenth greater than his,
who knows no power who wud make him daNCE
and yet the moon up there so high smiling gently on the sea
By
ghostrider, at 9:00 PM
Each face says a story,
Each color, each line an emotion.
Never was I more crowded,
Nor neither so alone.
well written lines!!!
By
N, at 10:13 AM
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