By Suffiyan Ahmed
If i am to travel, no one but you, be the diary.
If i am to dream, no one but you, be the vision.
If i am to sing, no one but you, be the rhythm.
And the last thing that makes you discernible which i must aver,
If i am to write, no one but you,decipher it’s emotion.
Oh! my melancholy soul; no one but you i shall call.
Hey fella,
Such a confused person you are.
This poetry shows your confused state of mind.
One of my close friend has personally experienced this.
I am desperately waiting for a final conclusion. ;)
Hehehehehehe…..😋😋😋
Oh Suffiyan, no one but you I shall marry…..
Sab chutiyapa hai….maal maro….so jao bhai…
Be an auror bro…..lets fuck Voldemort….
Come be a death eater….join my league you fucking bastard….
A sea of emotions and love
Dear Suffiyan,
This is a beautiful poem. You have managed to convey a very deep emotion in a matter of few lines. I love how you have used various analogies to bring out the role of the subject.
“If I am to travel, no one but you, be the diary”.. I particularly like this line. Traveling is an experience that affects all of our senses, the mind and leaves a lasting impression on our memory. And a diary is one place to reflect on all of this..
Please do keep on writing !
Precisely cherished!!!
Such a well written poem with so many perceptions.