Unfettered from time’s monotony,
Mind wanders a universe,
Where choreographed alphabet,
Synergistic isolates verse.
Not every word can be grasped,
And expressed in rich fullness,
But the few befriended passing,
Seem capably adept.
Could slurp lexicon as a tonic,
Wave words as intellectual flags,
In that prolific complexity exclude,
The simplistic finesse of love.
A tear kissed away is passion,
A shared pain heals the ache,
A hug warms more than stoked fires,
A smile often reciprocates.
My love is a breeze tickling meadows,
My love is a drenching rain,
My love is a lark on air currents,
My love knows it can.
Do I heed a weeping soul?
Do I reach out and console?
Allow loquaciousness to pour free?
Done with superfluous words?
May lifes' meaningful events include-
To thus ah! thus to love . . . .
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I love that line, the entire poem is beautiful
You touch and heal all of our hearts.
So special, you are.
~My love knows it can~
Apryl - you're absence disturbs me sometimes. The line you and Jackie picked, is a conviction more than a statement. Thank you, dear friend for the encouragement. I cherish it.
Amy dear friend, I sometimes wish to be a child again and have the "fearless" innocence that reaches out and touches and leaves an imprint without reservations, without bias. Thank you as always, for your kindness in reading these lines and leaving such insightful observations.
Natalie - dear friend, its a joy to have you back. Thank you for the wonderful message. I feel consoled and at peace with myself.
Sue - I sorta heard a "whoosh" sound. Must've been you. Oh! my dear friend, I feel so good when my words can touch the warmth of your own soul.
Jackie</> - you've stood by throughout. Always encouraging, always appreciative, always generous - YOU'RE VERY SPECIAL - dear friend.
Great work
*(SHAH)*
Tryst with destiny:60th Anniversary of the Indian Independence
And Bhawana - yes, I play music (the guitar and keyboards) and sing Hemant Kumars' songs (my all time favorite)
You said, "I sometimes wish to be a child again and have the "fearless" innocence that reaches out and touches and leaves an imprint without reservations, without bias."
You have the heart of a child, and touch people in so many ways with your words that leaves an imprint on the heart the reads, on the mind that sees, and on the soul that you help to feel, even one that thought all was safely hidden and buried. You may have a bias that is reflected by your feelings and emotions, but that bias serves to encourage and help others to reach new heights of their own. You are a wonderful writer and friend.