1
I crumble
beneath the
hammer-blow of your words;
persistent, hurting;
Nailing me with your
stiletto-sharp tone.
I am mesmerized
when you begin to speak-
When you being your intonations
I begin to lose my identity.
2
My tears like
withered leaves
drop down-
to nurture new hope.
Putting sorrow behind
into yesterday,
searching for a new seed of truth
to treasure and
feel in blossom.
3
I feel my senses responding
like the indefinable shadows of a
misty sun
attaining clarity.
Diffuse at first
slowly gaining purposefulness.
As I get closer-
Closer to your mind-
Closer to the real you.
Between Jan '82 and Feb. '83
I crumble
beneath the
hammer-blow of your words;
persistent, hurting;
Nailing me with your
stiletto-sharp tone.
I am mesmerized
when you begin to speak-
When you being your intonations
I begin to lose my identity.
2
My tears like
withered leaves
drop down-
to nurture new hope.
Putting sorrow behind
into yesterday,
searching for a new seed of truth
to treasure and
feel in blossom.
3
I feel my senses responding
like the indefinable shadows of a
misty sun
attaining clarity.
Diffuse at first
slowly gaining purposefulness.
As I get closer-
Closer to your mind-
Closer to the real you.
Between Jan '82 and Feb. '83
Shining yet again with resplendent expressions and emotions.
ReplyDeleteThis can never be described in some other way.
Sheer poetry.
In your own words:
ReplyDeleteI am mesmerized
when you begin to speak-
Sheer beauty! Awesome! One of your very bests for me!! :)
Soumya, coming from a favourite poet.. :) that is truly a precious notes..:) Thank you!
ReplyDeleteRukhiya :) Thanks.. ever so much!