Genre Poetry. Page - 37
Where the Pen Falls serves as a collection of poems which embody sentiments of love, loss, faith, rebirth, beauty,and nature. Each poem has been paired with original photograpghy capturing the essence of whatever I see as I'm writing. I hope these words bring thought and inquisition.
Different poems written by me and reflecting:
A little poem about the disaster of Uttrakhand (India). a wave of floods which came in this June. Voice of crying were coming from all the side and the cause was of course we only.
The amorously poems of Iranian poet, Homayoun Poorrezaei.
Love is neither emotion
Nor special relationship with someone;
It's not even as complicated as excretion of hormones.
Love is the name of a human
That while telling your name
Sounds like the Muses.
He or she is Gods and Goddesses by him or herself;
What a wonder, that Gods and Goddesses
Gather in your arms as one body.
I thought of a poem describing obvious things in life. I tried to write it in a specific style so that it could be sung if found the right melody to do so.
Complex are the ways of life.
Difficult it is to describe them in Black & White.
Emotions are many; Words are few.
And those who know them are far and few
Life is a book of poems; And this is mine.
Beautiful or ugly, you determine.
Composed while listening to Alexander Borodin's "In the Steppes of Central Asia", a most powerful composition.
The image of a beautiful princess.
The image of a handsome Asian prince longing for her return...
The image of time and love and longing never really being lost into eternity...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq4bOmxKVQQ, 4:30-5:19