When an untouched is touched
By the sound of words
A volcano erupts
A flash flood overflows
Submerging all bits and bounds
Dreams conquer to the state of mind unilaterally.
The emotions are shared
Through the chord of sound
When words fixate in penance
To exchange the motions of emotion
The words are not words then.
Impotent words dearth in feeling
Find shelter in hibernation
And are lost indigently in the oblivion
Amidst of absolute silence for a moment.
Feelings over power words
And reign over mind and heart
Words fail to react
And lament in the loneliness.
Time never waits
And waits for none
It goes out of hand
Questions remain as questions
Unanswered
Answers are still in the
Form of seed
Hidden in the womb
Of mother earth passionately
Longing for germination.
The telephonic contact ends
Though the chord of sound is
Disconnected visibly
Next moment thousand
Lights illuminate
And the exchange of sound perpetuates
Till flash flood reappears.
excellent poem.its a source of inspiration. keep it up. could I reply to your poem if its alright with you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent one, really. come on.