Night is passing by slowly.....
 

[CENTER][[B][FONT="Book Antiqua"][FONT="Century Gothic"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="Navy"]Night is passing by slowly
Tears are flowing by slowly
Flowing through the eye lashes. and
traversing the cheeks

Heart is pinching,
Mind is bursting, and
eyes are blinking and sticking

Desert is everywhere but water is with you
Scrotching sun is shining atop but shelter is with you
Torrential rainfall is pouring, and
umbrella is with you

Oh my Lord, is my beloved is love or culmination of love!
My each fiber of body is in pain of tiredness, and
longing of my beloved

My Lord I beseech Thee mercy and Thee help always
I beg Thee honour to bless us always with Thee kindness, and
utmost mercy from the fire of world, journey after departing the world and of course from the hell

My Lord I am tired of living in the state of bewilderness
I beg Thee honour to bless us always with Thee kindness, and
utmost mercy at each second, at any stage..............

T.S.A. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/FONT][/B][/CENTER]

Nice Poem
 

Nice divine poem..........realizes the concept of life that is decreasing day by day

hainnnn
 

man, you are _________________ (too much, i dnt knw wht exactly):shy

mein ne socha phir bhi dekh loon kya likha hai ... it killed me *brain dead* :angle

@tsa
 

sir!!

very beautiful!!!!
please do write more and let us have more of such a beautiful thought.......

Almaas

TSA, I happened to read some of your creations- they are novel in themselves indeed- and there is no harm in prosaic poetry as it has been mark of great poets.
But to be a spoilsport, I should say, the poet should master his language, if not rhymes. Poetry,as we know, is the finest of arts which requires the finest of treatment...at least in use of language, or words. I remember a friend using a noun as a verb, and it was a good joke.

keep up good work.
Regards.