Invisible Being Poem by Rini Shibu
Invisible Being
Love which gives pleasure
And a little ache in your heart
The ache which is enjoyed
And You wish to have it again
A feeling far beyond our mind
Which can only be felt
And very hard to define
Like the wetness of mist
which is felt on your cheeks
But when you try to touch
It's beyond your reach
the freshness gives a lasting feel
And It becomes an invisible
part of your being
And only few can have it
Like the wetness of mist which is felt on your cheeks But when you try to touch It's beyond your reach.......yearning for a love which gives pleasure.......... thank u dear poetess. tony
Love is like the pink cloud showering love from above and all around. We cannot see it but it is there. When a mother kisses her child or lover they know how it feels. +++10 Robert
Hi, Rini! Your line, The aches which is enjoyed grabs my attention. It’s true, and it’s a paradox. Why do we enjoy it? I ask myself. I think it’s because it shows us another reality, gives us a different lens to see it. And having experienced it, it stays with us as a possibility. I wonder, Rini, do you really think that only few can have it? -Glen
Glen i believe only few can feel such kind of pleasure and its reflected in their poetry. You can read lots of love poem on this site and very few touch the readers heart. Poet should be able to create a whirlpool of emotion in readers heart and mind rather just play with words.
Beautiful poem Rini! You have expressed everything in line 3,4 & 5......I vote it with a 10
You are right. Love is invisible and can only be felt. Those who can feel are fortunate. Nice drop.
Like the wetness of mist which is felt on your cheeks But when you try to touch It's beyond your reach. Beautiful poem Rini.100
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 2:53:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Indian time now about 8 pm They are busy eating their bhoj-puris I am fully free at noon in USA: Before they come here and applaud - 'well penned, wonderful, delightful' poem is this, I applaud wah! wah! wow! wow! what this love ache is, hard to define and yet it is the wetness of the mist. Only of mist? None else? ;)