Lying on bed, nothing in mind
As the deserted black desert.
Think on half circled moon
Often on the falling Dew
The red road lights, seldome
Catch my heed, Slept air too.
Once the serene night dark
Calls my Inner soul to speak.
My eyes trap in myriad stars
Ears hear The Silence' sound
I listen the Talks of trees
The whisper, of genie , ghosts.
Heart feels the God Presence
Shoulders sense the angels' load
But I cann't Think of Deem
I cann't converse with Brain
It's not in my Control
I try, again try , in vain.
No idea, no debate I make
I weep, weep and weep more.
Then I hush, and Sleep lone,
source
With too many waste desires.
Yet in busy scene, it rains
Much Ideas and mind's images.
With no story I get story
I write, activate my spirit.
The Thinking rain, rains fully.
No scene needed, Its Godly
wonderful poetry wajahat
Amazing... nice..
Very creative poetry right there @wajahaysardar people really have a creative mind especially when were alone we think a lot of ideas that pops up in our mind.
Keep the creativity alive! This post is very interesting.
thanks alot my friend
Poem is sweet . Sweet you said in the poem . U have really good mind . Like your post . Beautifully you describe everything .
GOD bless You
Stay bless
Keep in Touch
thanks my friend . i,ll be in touch
Bht Khob wajhat . Bht ache nazm ap ny likhii . Bht Allaw hai . Or jo alfaz ap ny khy bht bht peyary hain
Allah Talah apko or b terqi dy
ameen suma Ameen
Nice! Thanks for sharing. I was curious about your use of capitalization on words mid-phrase... was that an intentional choice? If so, why? Check out my piece and leave your feedback please: https://steemit.com/poetry/@underwaterwoman/here-s-how-a-poet-celebrates-snow.