A thing that still hasn't come up to my lips and only peeks through my eyes,
It asks for words, sometimes from me and sometimes from you,
So that it can wear those words and come to the lips,
And so that it could be embraced by words..
But this thing is actually a feeling…only a feeling,
It's like a fragrance floating in the air,
Fragrance, which has no voice…and about which you know and I know too.
It is not hidden from the world, what kind of a secret it is?
Where words fail, feelings begin And eyes understand, what lips can't tell Language is so poor by design In matters of emotion, words don't jell......
(cont.) i came to the poet's page by accident while searching for my friend Akhtar Jawad's page. ha ha. but i enjoyed skimming the About Me/Bio, and this poem ain't bad either. a fellow-atheist! i think i may be in the BOTTOM 500 on PH. bri :)
! ! ! i think this is called a riddle, but maybe not. i'd sit here all day postulating answers to what is the secret? , but i have lots of ice cream to eat before the end of my day and can't spare the time. OH! i'm/we're not asked WHAT it is. we are only asked WHAT KIND of secret it is/is it? i'd guess it is a secret secret. let us keep it that way. (cont.)
The excellent blend of words with the essence of lips enliven my thought. Bravo work sir!
Some feelings evades capture since these cannot be expressed in word. Beautiful write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eyes reads the thoughts Eyes read the feelings Before the lips spreak the words Eyes captures everything! Beautiful poem. Loved reading it.