At the rear of that flimsy veil,
Beneath tiny quarters of envy and ire,
By the gates of my heart, resides Love;
Fragile and ductile.
Fearful of aborted aspirations,
Tending the tattered wings,
Hopeful of a different sky;
Unscathed and free,
Love shall color my heart with glee.
Beyond those smoky eyes,
Which turn into your muse
On dewy mornings,
Are scores of emotions;
Unassuaged and unfelt.
I ask back the curves of my lips,
From the sunshine of bygones
And unwind lost renditions,
With staccato notes.
Unveil the little door of my heart,
Let love color the town yellow
In nuggets and portions,
Un-promise to remain the fiery shadow
From dimensions of past;
Cheerless and subdued.
Linking with Poets United midweek Motif ~ Love
Gosh! I feel your poem asks the heart to come back together in all its strength:
“I ask back the curves of my lips,
From the sunshine of bygones
And unwind lost renditions,
With staccato notes.
Unveil the little door of my heart . . . ”
So I was surprised at “cheerless and subdued” until I remember the sense of defeat that comes at times when I found myself without what I desired. Oh, an amazing poem! (I may have read it wrong, I know.)
Thanks a lot Susan. Yes, “Cheerless and subdued” refers to the unfulfilled desires of the past and the heart wants to overcome those feelings. You got it right. 🙂
Un-promise to remain the fiery shadow
From dimensions of past … the unpromise is the basis on which one can move on. True.
True that. And moving on is more important for love to blossom once again.
What beautiful, evocative poetry! Wonderful to find you at Poets United. I hope you come back. From title to closing lines, you had me engrossed. Beautifully done.
Thanks much Sherry. I am glad you visited. 🙂 It’s always a pleasure to be on Poets United.
‘Hopeful of a different sky;’…i like this dream of a future….
Every heart should be hopeful. Or else, moving on becomes difficult. Thanks a ton for your visit Susan 🙂
Beautifully written. I see the poem as faith, hopeful waiting for the sunshine and bright days for they were there and will come back. The cloudy days of the past hints otherwise, but the heart. It doesn’t stop yearning. Ever.
(Hoping that I got it right. However, from what I got, I find it beautiful. Let me know if this wasn’t the intent. Would want to know the poetic intention)
Cheers Dipanwita 🙂
You got it 100% right Shashank. Yes, the heart doesn’t ever stop yearning and it shouldn’t. At the same time, it should also leave the baggage of past behind to start lighter and happier. all over again.
Thank you 🙂
I ask back the curves of my lips,
From the sunshine of bygones
And unwind lost renditions,
With staccato notes.
Beautifully inspiring!!!❤️
Thanks a lot Sanaa. 🙂
I very much enjoyed this, with its delectable phrases and colourful imagery. I was especially charmed by ‘fragile and ductile’.
Thanks much Rose. 🙂
Touched….”Fragile and ductile”….”Beyond those smokey eyes”….beautifully written…still love remained unanswered…
Love… the strongest emotion any heart experiences…. And unrequited love is the most painful and remains etched in the hearts for the longest of times. No amount of words can describe the pain nor comfort it…