*letters To The Unknown Comments

'But I never knew My poems would be one day Letters to the unknown' Aren't all poems truly, pray, 'a letter to the unknown'?

Knowing something is an illusion, so better be unknown........well written

its great to see poets converged in the comment window, the time when some comments are full poems

10+ to the poem and 1000+ to comments in below :)

**My Letters Unknown Whilst the flicker of candle Dawn had the designs in geometry Cold winds of the night on the edge Letters to the unknown To the known what it cast Much derided for the words Love has meaning to demons Unlike love when the self On the cross of retribution For the letters Pick the fallen stones Wounds are deeper than the blood On my body my letters Unknown to myself was the address Known not to me than how Known to you my love From the streets from the paths Untreaded often collect My letters unknown Taken by storms

**Time Back I had moved the time back Unlike God that once spent Counts towards infinity In finite units I had with the force of universe Played back in rapid motion Connecting the memories Too distant And going back to the blank Space was a whole void I do not remember My preexistence I moved into the valley Of darkness Where time was still And space was nothing I had rectified fortuitous engravings On the book of unknown I lamented the passage From life to death I lamented the tears That I had cast in your eyes For which I had turned The time back

**Vengeance Retribute Lest the apology be not taken Twisted in hands while crushed In fingers that wear diamonds and gold Lest the deity be the exalted presence For the one with no mischief rendered Laid on the door the sword of pride Lest the love be tendered sweet As the might of the self when on the rise Held to the earth the eyes once on truth Lest the lover be on his own to the soul Lick the wounds of his forgiveness For divine mercy on the day bestow Lest not the one who departed Look back with vengeance retribute Do the dusts not melted in heavens reside Lest not the mirth of ego again The bigger the one the smaller is it To your life in happiness repose

**An Apology What if a heart so pure Thou set for the confessions Hast the love in thy heart rusted The pride in thyself shall the moment When you so humble depart Like a book open is thy heart Like moon the solace of lovers Art thou the thunder of hell Hast thou been bestowed For the human to act in cruelty Dust is all whether thine or else Whence dust to dust why worrieth thou Touch the feet of the diety in tear With both hands together in apology

**Scent of Flower Thou callest might of the oceans A tiny ditch for the stream of love Didst that the dropp from the ocean In vapors to the skies in blue Drop on earth to become stream tiny And back to the ocean Resideth in the heart is creation’s image In love is the mirror for one who desireth See the image who knoweth the self Nay to the roots of the tree that giveth Sustenance is from the sun and earth And thou seest not the beauty of heavens Many names for one name if my heart My love speaketh to others what may They say to the world has some one With one hand the sun hidden from earth The scent of flower that the honey bee From whence comes the sweetness sweet My names on thy chest is but of divine Didst love hath any source not manifest

? .................what? when.....how...?

(If 'words' can repair the wounds caused by them inturn, if words have so much power to hurt and raise walls of hate....i regret having said them in any context) AN APPEAL The elegant beauty on petals got kissed By a man called lover of big and small The tiny blades of grass but twitched His mighty boots walking on them all Hundred or more cells get killed when ever This tender body does a vigorous butt They die an insignificant death of the lesser Sympathy but favours a fracture or a cut Love is not worn though given to many Dries the river, ditch but is never cast Fistful, heart hides in flesh creek tiny Where from springs a love stream vast To heave an arrow, enemy must stand Apart, opposite with a vengeful gist Let not doubts take the higher hand To see the fact; wait through the melting mist....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I do have my conscience, and i know i did not write anything with bad intention, but now dont try to impose ur views and make me accept that i am wrong......i could have very well deleted my comments here and disappeared like i never said anything...but i will not.You are welcome to loathe me, and call me indecent....Thank you! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Dear Sadiq I might have done a mistake by commenting (unknowingly, indirectly) at your source, of which u are so defensive.....then dont you think u should not have commented on my comment here and belittle me.......nice justice u have done! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

To be clear i have'nt even read your poem...i have commented keeping in mind this page only.......i dont see her motive i only see the feeling here...as a reader!

Why not say 'insignificant'.....considering the poets own description of 'ramble and scribbles' and 'pulling chalk lines, writing with nails....' all too insinificant to others but for her a splendid cantos of her emotions.....thats what i have meant to state....if u get it wrong...i cant help it.....u should consider the comments on your poem more, than interfering and backing others...if my comment is inapproriate let her say that.

Like the trees that are grown By the highways and byways Giving shelter on summer days All the letters to the unknown Will be prose and poems written In all forms of emotions Like the colors of horizons After a while will be smitten For the better or for the worse Based on the perception of reader May go deeper and broader Taking an instant course Thinking of the authors Not even recognizing the name May take a moment to proclaim Thanking the stars for the letters

Very nice thinking Reshma Every magnificient and titanic creations has had a very insignificant origins......like a tiny ditch which happens to be the source of mighty river.......! ! !

I am sure your letters, shall reach the desired destinations. I invite you to read my poem titled “Markets’ kick” and “Let her not sacrifice anymore”. Would be grateful to receive your valuable feedback. Rgds Nikunj

'But I never knew My poems would be one day Letters to the unknown' Excellent poem with excellent message. Love it.

Great fabulous poem...............10+++