Treasure Island

Javed Akhtar

(17 January 1945 - / Madhya Pradesh / India)

A thing that still hasn't come up to my lips


A thing that still hasn't come up to my lips and only peeks through my eyes,
It asks for words, sometimes from me and sometimes from you,
So that it can wear those words and come to the lips,
And so that it could be embraced by words..

But this thing is actually a feeling…only a feeling,
It's like a fragrance floating in the air,

Fragrance, which has no voice…and about which you know and I know too.
It is not hidden from the world, what kind of a secret it is?

Submitted: Thursday, April 05, 2012

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (9/24/2013 7:43:00 AM)

    Eyes reads the thoughts
    Eyes read the feelings
    Before the lips spreak the words
    Eyes captures everything!

    Beautiful poem. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

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