Over a cup of coffee,with the strings of guitar!

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~ Unedited form, written after a dream, in love with guitars ~

In the lulled bleak night –
She sat lone;
With her past,
And echoing tunes of –
That melodic bare guitar.

Over a steaming cup of coffee,
She puffed her miseries –
With a deep sore sigh,
That tore her pectus,
and crippled the soul.

Lost in the nullity,
Her fingers moved –
To and fro, over the rusted strings
And bounced in the desolate vibe
was a glum lorn symphony.

Like an old photo album,
The tunes sang to her;
All the lullabies of her lose,
The dingy murmurs
and delusive laughter.

Caught in the whistling vibe,
On the road to nostalgia
She traveled silently;
Bare footed and broken-heart,
Like a lost sobbing traveler.

Abruptly was she shaken,
Off her fictive fantasy,
When a silent throbbing tune –
Of her dead mute heart was stricken,
Against the numbed cold sentiments.

A dead dim glare shone –
From her solitude blue bubble,
And taking in the warmth of burnt umber,
She felt the truth, deep down herself;
For in real the brutal misery is,
Dying deeply inside thy spirit
while dwelling forged in appearance.

 

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14 thoughts on “Over a cup of coffee,with the strings of guitar!

  1. Your poetry sang, such finery even when written raw from a dream. You string such beauteous melodies, Hira, Think about it, you really could become a song writer, I wasn’t kidding then.

    This time, it’s this stuck in my head:

    “A dead dim glare shone –
    From her solitude blue bubble,
    And taking in the warmth of burnt umber,
    She felt the truth, deep down herself;
    For in real the brutal misery is,
    Dying deeply inside thy spirit
    while dwelling forged in appearance.”

  2. My writing “potential”? oh dear, am i still heading in the right direction of possibility? …indeed, one can never aspire to reach your abilities…*sigh, ok…I will be comfortable with “potential.”

    • I have a happy time reading YOUR words, also, my dear, but only when they are not filled with angst.

      All these throbs and throes depress my lil heart into an ambulance of retreat…where I must find some shine to warm my spirit, after drying the tears you have induced me to shed. 🙂

  3. such deep, honest, bare emotions … reflections that help those who read … a blessing in a world that has has forgotten how to look into the depth of the heart for answers 🙂

  4. My dear, how are you feeling today? I am thinking of you. Wishing this coment box allowed graphics; i would bring humor and flowers.

    maybe a song…what would you like to hear?…something cheery or mellow?

  5. Hira! I really want to meet you. Takes so much maturity and depth to write something like this. Just loved the poem! Keep posting more! 🙂

  6. Hira this is amazing. So much depth of emotion, so thought provoking, so heartening. You should definitely copyright it and put it to music. Wow, just wow. Beautiful

  7. This is a spectacular piece of writing, Hira. It’s deep, evocative and touching. My fav: verse one and three. Keep it up! I’m one of your big fans!

  8. I seriously wish you lived in Lahore. I’d come by your house with a bouquet and tell you how much I admire what you create out of words and give you a tight hug!

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