A Strange Relation

I burry the thought of writing,
Because I miserably fail to describe
This strange phenomenon
For I feel the pureness of the script
Is in the words virgin and unstated
Which I hope you will read in my eyes
When we meet during an auspicious communion

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
Why then pine for mere sights and scenes,
In the darkness of your secret dream
Won't I appear as an eternal moon?
Flaunting beauty and radiance
That will be savoured by you and you only!

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!

by Seema Aarella

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Very fine poem... So good Thanks
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.
But our world is fragrant with nameless 10+++++++
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.
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