Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A love poem to the not in love (Part 4)

We will be lovers at the end of the world

where the sky burns orange with the diurnal remains

of unharnessed hopes the ocean cools into embers of reflections

slowly extinguished by night into dreams

and lucent clouds scattered to the four directions

to seed them.

Yasmeen Najmi

Copyright 2010 Yasmeen Najmi

1 comment:

  1. o ... i was expecting for more word-seeds in the poem ...reminds me of Tagore's concept of the short story - the one which when finished will feel like unfinished :)