A Secret Poem by lalitha iyer

Whisper not
it is a Secret
you can find nowhere
just in my heart's core...

Peep not into
my holy book
verses written
are seldom cooked

I wish to touch
the tender love
budding in ageless delight
smiling like a moonlit night.

A mystery it is
When Silence kisses
A fantasy it is
When feelings rushes

When death calls me
I wonder who could recall
the words that I failed to tell
the worlds I folded in my swell.

It is beauty
to hide the lovely
It is tempting
when throbs are prompting...

It is a mystery
unsolved by history
romantic passions
nomadic illusions.