Loving always means Longing; Longing, loneliness...


Love, longing and loneliness

In the wee hours of the morn
When the first bird sings its song
To its mate in the trees anon
I lie awake, alone and forlorn,
Then I miss you most, my love song…

On the dark and desolate nights,
When the Moon often shines bright
Casts through my window its silvery light
Asks after my lonely plight,
I miss you most my valiant knight…

In the spring when the noon-tide’s high
Seagull to the curlew cries
In anguish encircles the blue sky
Time for Love is well nigh
Waves come up to caress the shore
My Soul craves for you ever more…

On cold and wintry nights
A shudder of longing runs down the spine
A desire for the human warmth
Is strong in my lonely form
Your thought isn’t enough to keep me warm
Then I crave for you for long…

Love, longing and loneliness
Go hand-in-hand distressed
A moment long of ecstasy
Creates a life long agony
Come my love, come back to me…



Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
13.02.2008




Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2008-03-04 at 02:26

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Shanmugam
Another lovely love poem i read of you; flawless language, fowing like a river.
2008-10-11


Natalie
I absolutely identify with this text. Been there, done that.
Beautiful!

By the way, how are you? Long time no see :)

Love
Nat
2008-03-05


Rob Graber
Touching poem indeed!
PS: Line 20 needs "Is strong in" I think...
2008-03-04



I meant and, of course. Not ant! :-D
2008-03-04



Anybody who has experienced these feelings will surely recognize him/herself in this universal poem...
Ant, the picture is simply great!
2008-03-04


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
That aching need inside of us, that longs so much for love, beautifully written

Elle
2008-03-04


Kathy Lockhart
beautifully written with so much truth and light. Wonderful!
2008-03-04


penfold18
Love, longing and loneliness, probably the greatest tools a poet uses, but few can employ them as well as you Zoya as this fine piece illustrates.
2008-03-04


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Zoya...a lovely poem, as your poems always are...

xxxx Stan
2008-03-04


shar
This reminds me of the style of the greatest romantics! Really a poem that seems to ring perfection...:) loved it!
regards
Shar
2008-03-04