a thousand stories
lay wrinkled in faded pages
I once penned down
on a sultry summer day
kisses and hugs
now embraced in memories
if creation was my diary
would those wrinkled pages
bring Adam and Eve together again?
This Poem is shared with One Single Impression - Wrinkle.
Thinking of my own story in those wrinkled pages :-)
ReplyDelete:-)
DeleteBeautiful ...I imagined that aesthetic diary, carrying a few beautiful fabbles, to be narrated someday :)
ReplyDeletePerhaps, someday :-)
DeleteBrilliant....n keep wishing....who knows... ;)
ReplyDeleteWishes are hopeful :-)
Deletebeautifully expressive
ReplyDeletemy imagination is doing somersaults
Thanks Leslie :-)
DeleteI know ...
ReplyDeleteI like the voice of this poem, Amrit. A wise pondering.
ReplyDeleteThanks Nicole :-)
DeleteYou've got the gift to write very beautiful poems. This one makes me speechless. Loved it! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for such a sweet comment :-)
DeleteHi Amrit, this is an amazing poem.You are excellent poet.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much :-)
DeleteI wish someday I can pen down such beauties on parchment...
ReplyDeleteYou still pen beauties on your blog :-)
DeleteI am amazed how you manage to carve words so well. I loved every bit of it. A very expressive and beautifully woven poem!
ReplyDeleteYour appreciation always motivates me :-)
DeleteBeautiful rendezvous of words !
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot :-)
DeleteIt might just! The good thing about having diaries is the ability to offer all the support and details. Nicely GS!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank You Hank :-)
Deletehow nicely you inquire .. well thought,Amrit !
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