Intimate ImmediateA Poem by Abdul AzizI tried in a semi-dreaming reality, To describe your voice and its quality, But lost my grip on its denouement, For I find it transcends mortality. It throbs like petulant prose In search of sweet repose; It coaxes like the bleeding petals Of a near thorn-less rose. And in my ears, with great scour It adumbrates your powers, Of how you melt the seconds Into minutes and into hours. How can I so blessed be To have you talking right to me? Lost in the outskirts of time With intimate immediacy. © 2012 Abdul AzizFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on April 2, 2012 Last Updated on April 2, 2012 AuthorAbdul AzizChennai, Tamil Nadu, IndiaAboutHello there. I'm a medical doctor by profession, in search of a better career. Right now, my only pastime seems to be navigating around the vicissitudes of life. I'm passionate about computers and p.. more.. |

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