I know not why it happened?
Writing poems were my passion...
is it my joy and sorrow I shared with passion?
Is it I kept myself engaged with passion?
Is it reading poems and posting comments were my passion?
Is it meeting you all were my passion?
Is it a sort of addiction sprinkled my passion?
I know not why it happened?
I feel a sort of numbness fenced me.
May be my heart lost its desire to speak out.
For my hands never stopped writing poems
But little hesitated I became in posting my poems.
I wanted to cross my fence and come out
Each steps I took to come out to reach the gate of my fence
My hands reached the gate but my steps took me backward.
I know not why it happened?
Today, neither I want to be happy nor to be sad.
I just feel like taking a dip in ocean of calmness.
Off load all the burdens of the past.
For I just want to float in water
Feel as light as the little fishes that swim in water.
Just feel like flying in air like the tiny birdie.
Just close my eyes and
Just feel the inner self
And remain silent from all
Remain silent from everything.
I know not why it happened?
May be I just wanted to keep my thoughts away from everything.
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014
Geetha it also happens to me.Last month I stood lazily and whatever I wrote I didn't share.You expressed this thought universally.Loved.
Again a nice composition........Geetha........with sympathetic introspection and a longing for solitude...................
nice to be here............never fence your thoughts....................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could hear you speaking these words Geetha, These words full of so much meaning yet filled with calm. Saved for future calmness