Friday, July 30, 2010


Crumpled papers
With poems of you
Writ with words
That won’t ever come true

Ingrained on a fabric
That’ll never fray
The hopeful words
I wish, I could say

Hands still shaking
As I continue to write
Scribbling meagre letters
In black and white

Across this darkness
Blinded, as I wend
With these broken pieces
That I cannot mend

Eager to tell you
How I feel
Just praying I could prove
My love is real


The Enchantress said...


hope she realises soon your love is real..
it was beautifully expressed- crumpled papers..

Komal Ali said...

:) Aaah. There are mostly beautiful stories related with crumpled papers, tissues, and even bedsheets...

Love it!

Jaspreet said...

Wow!!!! it's so touchy n beautiful :) I just don't understand why does anybody have to prove that love is real? It reflects in the eyes and in the words!

Saumya said...

profound and touching....beautifully expressed!

Anonymous said...

So touchy ..true , the most difficult task in the world in the world is to express your love .. especially in words .. Lovely frame of the helpness ness :)Hope she reads it and understands your love :)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@nikita, komal and dreamygal

right now she exists as only my figments of imagination. so apparently she knows how i feel. :-) thank you for appreciating.

@ komal
thank you.

true. but then some say that love is blind. how can it see.

Ritika said...

You come up with most beautiful of the expressions,

Another piece of great poetry!!

Cinderella said...

This I think is your best compositions to date.

Loved it.

Beyond Horizon said...

awesum :)

with no shiver....just go ahead n express ur love :)

true love nvr hve 2 b proved dat its real

Ph_ said...

I hope you have your love soon :)
beautiful poem !

Vagabond said...

i read it, re-read it trying to come up with a befitting comment.

it is very real.

Tanvi said...

Love is blind, but if you go by that thought it hurts. Love is to feel, it can be seen in the eyes,and every gesture. Its real only if you believe it is. And its blind if you close your eyes. Love is just love. Create your own definition of it.

Nice post!

Unknown said...

as usual, it's beautiful and touches the heart. i love every stanza!

Sakhi. said...

wow!!..this is wonderful..!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Thank You

The best is yet to come. :)

@Beyond Horizon
:) I won't hesitate when I find her.

@pH Princess
Thank you

Am elated, flattered. :P
Thank You, your comments encourage me.

Thank you, and yes what you said is true.

Thank You

Thank You. :)

Sayak Shome said...

It might be soon,
It might be late,
To be loved, is a boon,
She'll find out, she won't regret.

Rià said...

beautifully worded!!

Megha said...

very nicely written, feelings of hope and despair evident in every stanza...

YAM said...

aw. that's beautiful.
i loved it.
so sweet.
it shouldn't be on crumpled paper,
it should be here,
making us amaze..:)

Matangi Mawley said...

that was beautiful!!

S. said...

Without a doubt i thoroughly enjoyed this one too. :)

mk said...

hmm...true from ur heart...a wait..a desire to tell..
as the words unfolds with this piece of florish..nice one!!

Aayushi Mehta said...

This is so simple and meaningful, hits all the right chords.

wildflower said...

all that pain, and you still rhyme! :)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

So true, I believe it too...

Thank You

Thank you.

Here it is, don't know about the amazing part though. :)

Thank You

Am glad you liked this one too...

Thank you

Thank you

Pain often triggers some emotional flow.

Gazal Bharadwaj said...

Don't prove.
Love speaks for itself...
That what is true need not be proved to anyone.

AS said...

wow! i loved this poem
very simple and sweet :)
keep writing!

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