The insidious dream
that crept upon
my sleep-
uninvited.
The unfelt rhythm
that rocks my gait
through a million
miles of thought-
The rush of expression;
of touches on the soul,
glances, in words, unspoken-
Suddenly, they grab
my mind, and
force me-
And so I write!
Usha, 12 July, '07
Ah! Finally the word is out-the reason(s) ur poetry is so out-standing:P
ReplyDeleteA poetic expression to the origin of a poem from a wonderful poet,lovely:)
how true for every one who writes will connect to this one
ReplyDeleteloved it :)
i need no reasons! jz keep penning, alwz :)
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