Occupy the entire mind,
In monotonous queries of this aching heart,
Cadence of music begins to rise.
Every heart presumably is,
A lyre of many strings,
Unbidden sentiments compose,
Its songs of myriad lyrics
When did you write music in me?
These refrains, ringing clear?
Audible flowing vibrant notes,
Pulsating in ether!
You must've written these lovers' tunes,
When your hand on my bare chest lay,
In depths of sleep your fingers twitched,
Their rhythms carelessly played.
This loneliness is burdensome,
Opposed to synergy of one,
Sensation seems stagnating in,
This maudlin probation!
Your touch was exquisite signature,
For lifetime a throbbing pulse,
Emotion amplifies in interludes,
Whenever time is still.
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~When your hand on my bare chest lay,
In depths of sleep your fingers twitched,
Their rhythms carelessly played.~
LOVELY..........what a picture you paint for me, Vinay. I love it.
A lyre of many strings,
I love this line!!
These refrains, ringing clear?'...
Singular thought occupying the entire mind - you write.
Excellent poem. Flowing words, flowing emotions. Loved this Vinay.
Douglas - thank you kind sir. You have analysed these lines so perfectly - yes, the thought behind this verse is linked to a lost love. Thank you once again for your wonderful compliments.
It can be heard, seen, tasted, felt - exquisite poem...
Shruthi Dear friend, some memories never fade. Thank you, for your wonderful compliments.