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Saturday, 10 November, 2007

The Rope

The Rope

He walks the rope into the bright,
and looks the dark behind his sight.
It wasn't that dark after all,
no wonder he didn't ever fall.

She walks her rope,
into her bright,
he is far away from her sight.

Tied were their ropes,
in due time,
five knots he sees,
make him smile.

The bright he knows,
Is the call,
he has to let go, after all.

The knots he sees,
growing small,
he wonders if they'll snap at all!

She walks her rope, oh so fast,
seemingly oblivious to the past.

His life he owes to stronger knots,
with ropes which remind him
how the brightness calls.

His wish -
her bright shall never die.

New ropes, new knots,
their ways to tie.

9th November, 2007.


  1. u sounded lik a english poet,bt sry dude,wtas d theme?????

  2. I didnt get it...
    But this guy has to be on my blogroll!!

  3. Wernicke's Area13 November 2007 at 5:14 PM

    Oh my! I flushed reading it! Shamie, you are terrific!
    I don't really know (and you got to tell us what this poem is about) but I thought its about lovers meeting their death. Is it that?
    Its just beautiful. All romantics are gonna go ga-ga over you.
    I love the rhyme, I love the feel.
    Its awesome.
    Keep 'em coming.

  4. @wernicke's area-
    i had been long waiting for ur comment.
    thank u for appreciating my efforts.

  5. Wernicke's Area14 November 2007 at 9:23 AM

    You are most welcome :)
    I re- read it after your explanation.

  6. ...i said i was jaded, and that the word brilliant had lost its meaning.

    ...you said you are 'new to poetry'

    sure, why not?


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