When The Evening Rises Up...!

Discussion in 'Poetry and Lyrics Forum' started by Amanush..., Jan 2, 2006.

  1. Amanush...

    Amanush... Tanha Rahi...!

    ... and on the rising of the evening
    From some hidden inner cavern
    exhales a prayer
    of inaccurate desire
    of doubt unresolved
    that is squeezed on the face
    in a weak smile…
    the whole life in a moment
    and then the infinite firmament.

    on the rising of the evening…
    a sweet delight
    of sadness to be quenched
    for every undone time…
    for every intense time…
    lived till the depth of its essence
    or for every distracted time...
    the time that doesn't stop itself
    but engraves its signature
    in the unmistakable sign
    of a cruel sketch.

    And the evening falls…
    Wrapped in its dark cloak
    it hacks shadows on the face
    of every weeping,
    of every smile...
    ...of an ancient emotion
    with time forgotten
    but that the heart doesn't forget
    because it has lived it.

    An emotion hardly listened to
    and never entirely realised
    now and then praised
    or else derided with bitterness
    (an intense sweetness,
    a light breeze,
    perhaps a caress).

    It’s the illusion to have lived…
    It is the reality to never have understood
    if it were love
    or only the endless reflex
    of its colour.

    This occurs when the evening rises up…
    when the heart is deep asleep…
    when in the silence
    you look for words
    to turn into verses
    among the abstruse and strange
    plots of an adverse destiny
    and you don't find the sense...
    ...only an endless,
    silent assent.


  2. CrYpTiC_angel

    CrYpTiC_angel Rebelle!

    You know what.... ur title is very true ;)

    Beautiful poem :)
  3. vishwa_81us

    vishwa_81us Banned

    u r really good amanush.. u remember me n screwdriver always used to tell u that...
  4. #iR@


    very nice.... :)
  5. esgallindeion

    esgallindeion Minstrel Knight

    One of the best I've read in IGT for a long time. I like the way you play with words. :)
  6. Amanush...

    Amanush... Tanha Rahi...!

    @ Angel...!Thanks for liking the poem...! Beauty is found in the eyes of the beholder...hai na ? :)

    @ Vishwa... It's your praises that encourage me to write a little better as days go on...:) Btw...where is Screwdriver ? I miss him...:(

    @ #Ir@...! Thanks for your nice comment...:)

    @ esgallindeion... I heartily wish that there will be more to come from our poetry-lovers...! Thanks for appreciating


  7. BubblyMartini

    BubblyMartini !!!HAWM

    Hey Amanush!
    i'm always left spelbound by your poems..:)
    i wish guys wooed girls by writing poems rather than doing other things..jus a thought :eek::

    by the way Screwdriver is a girl:)
  8. Amanush...

    Amanush... Tanha Rahi...!

    Dear Martina...! Not bad your thought...! :)

    btw...Screwdriver ko itne din se nahin dekha na...issi liye hum se galti ho gayi . Hope she forgives me...:)

    As It seems that you like "Rainbows" very much, so here's one of my poems specially for you...do tell me if you like...Ok ?


    What a strange meeting …
    That of the rain
    and the sun…

    Droplets that transform
    the weeping of the sky
    into a bridge that
    unites the immensity,
    colouring it…

    And to dream of crossing it
    with beside a love
    that holds you by hand…
    free from the fear
    of being left alone
    at the other bank…

    Where, if assisted by fortune,
    at its’ feet I will find
    thousands white lilies…
    that will inebriate me
    of perfumes and
    magic notes
    of divine music…

    Take care


  9. BubblyMartini

    BubblyMartini !!!HAWM

    that had my eyes all brimming with tears Amanush..

    "And to dream of crossing it
    with beside a love
    that holds you by hand…
    free from the fear
    of being left alone
    at the other bank"

    thanks dear..

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