Good Morning Everyone,
I wish to share another masterpiece of my twin brother which inspired me to write a poem out of his poem again. This is not the first time or the 2nd time that we did it, but many times already. We maybe far apart, but the thoughts and reading each others feelings and mind is what is phenomenal between us. We interact positively on certain things, we usually have the same ideas, and just like twin that we both agree with what we feel or think about even we are separated by miles away. NJ as I fondly called him and lately we call each other Twin. A poet in his own right, loneliness makes him a loner but not alone and with full of life's delight, which inspire him to write a poem straight from the heart. He is young and loves to travel, he believed life taught him to kill pride and to forgive all . He also believe in simplicity,sketch his thoughts and color them through his poem. The twin I am referring to, is no other than Nithinjacob, my twin brother born many years apart.
Here's his poem:
Would you sketch my face? `~`
Posted on Apr 03, 2009 under Poetry
Few days ago where I stood still on a cliff
Few minutes later when I slipped downhill
I go all the way down, down and down
My heart beat stopped and this pale face…
Few days later when I reached a new place
Few minutes later when I saw an angel
I went along with her, to dine and wine
My heart beat and she felt my pulse oh so,
Soon as I reached the kingdom, my name
Soon as I saw my name on the list and oh,
Let this be forever and I feel so good,
These days and those dreams kept me alive
Years later when I saw a face in the book
This face in the book was my reflection
And the sun burned one of its leaves
And now I see the face in the book lost…
When the autumn leaves shed, brook flows
Walking in the rain like no one is seeing,
I may find it again and would you join me?
I may find it again and won’t you miss me?
My poem:
How Can I sketch,When I Dont Even See Your Face?
By: angel_babe55 | Apr 04, 2009 07:08 PM
Standing behind the cliff,
I see a shadow fell down,
I see a body but I see no face,
T’was covered by a log and a leaf,and...
I was shock... and my face just frown.
I’m all alone again...
But...I keep on walking.
I forget the things that happened,but...
The shadow came in my dream.
He told me to sketch or paint.
But his face I have never seen.
So I think it over again,
Thinking I maybe hallucinating.
How can I sketch a shadow without face?
And a face I have never seen?
As I asked myself...
Over and over again.
Some few days after,
An angel came too, in my dream.
She told me something,
And its all about my friend.
Then, she told me his name,and...
I realized he is not just a friend
But actually, he is my virtual twin.
So, I searched for his name in the book of life,
But his name I can’t find,
Instead I saw...
The sun burned leaves of pages,
And all that is left in the book,
Is just a reflection of his face.
Ahhhh...!
Now I know why his name I can find.
I saw him walking alone in the rain,
Trying to find someone...
To sketch his lonely face.
So in life he wont be missed.
But how can I sketch...
When I dont even see your face?
By :
angel_babe55