I burry the thought of writing,
Because I miserably fail to describe
This strange phenomenon
For I feel the pureness of the script
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Its a fact that we have a very short journey of life. All that we see, feel and believe we own, is that really ours.. No... Thats the eternal truth...
It is strange the way we feel connected We notice the earth, feel the rain But can't touch or see the emanating whiff.....yes this connection everyone can feel and witness at one point or other.
It is strange the way we feel connected We notice the earth, feel the rain But can't touch or see the emanating whiff I am not wrought of soil, you are no rain cloud But our world is fragrant with nameless smells About which we both contemplate Identically In our individual solitudes! ... Fine write
I am not wrought of soil, you are no rain cloud But our world is fragrant with nameless smells About which we both contemplate Identically In our individual solitudes! a touching and thoughtful write.
For I feel the pureness of the script Is in the words virgin and unstated Which I hope you will read in my eyes Do you know what eyes observe And perceive does not belong to them Beautiful! Simply Superb. A Philosophy less understood by many.. Thanks poet.
Irks the stream of subtle feelings...so well strung and so deeply felt..
a deeply cognitive metaphor: ''But convey more than thought and said Through the soothing comfort of silence Which I hope you will hear during my extended sighs'' of a wonderful poem....well written.10+++
Solitude too is sweetening...especially so when you are inspired to write such beautiful emotional poems out of it...a blessing in disguise, Seema? Well composed poem...thanks...10
very well written and meaningful....but seema the final passage is an absolute riot thanx cheeers an ten
amazingly penned down.. i enjoyed the flow of the poem very much..
a touching poem softly and beautifully penned..10+++.you can have a look on my poem silence which may be can talk to your silent eyes..The loud vibrations of vocal chords And roaring waterfall of speech Irks the stream of subtle Feelings, And I prefer not to speak But convey more than thought and said Through the soothing comfort of silence Which I hope you will hear during my extended sighs
Do you know what eyes observe And perceive does not belong to them.... it is strange relation developing.... beautiful imagination.... good write.. healthy one...
seema, cant express like RK......all i can say is it is such awonderful write!
both journey and the strange relation flow together seeking the same, i guess! loved them given 10
Fragrance " we both contemplate Identically In our individual solitudes! " beautiful and innovative presentation. Nice one.