... 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. Amanush...
@ 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 Amanush...
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 : by the way Screwdriver is a girl
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 ? "Rainbow...!" 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 Amanush...
that had my eyes all brimming with tears Amanush.. especially "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..
