Peeping thru the window
of your poem, I come to
know how you progress
along the way of my heart.
It's very hard to avoid
the wind which sails my
ship of emotion to you.
So, I write to the sea
to take back the wind
to its own womb just
to give me peace of mind.
To care and not to share
will be a blessing for me.
I also stop staring
at the door of my puzzled
heart forever, and you know
expectation is a chronic
disease which must
be ended without
any open road ahead.
This is a beautiful poem Neela. So innovative and creative in its style. I will read it again and again and merge my self in imagery. Keep the door open not only to care but to share!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful and innovative........imagery..... Peeping Thru Peeping thru the window of your poem, I come to know how you progress along the way of my heart. It's very hard to avoid the wind which sails my ship of emotion to you.............great thoughts........thanks.