The static air incubating
A faint tone of the wish
Spoken in confidentiality,
Is ruffling softly to set free the
Resonance secured from ages.
As you have come revisiting
The big and small landmarks
In those forgotten lanes
Of a rustic countryside
To hear the whispering wind.
Within the worn pages of
The personal diary, a clandestine
Confession fights the stifling
Space and dust of eons,
To materialize and divulge.
When you search the old rack
For an interesting book
To charm you out of boredom
In a gloomy evening's
Restless silence and aching loneliness.
A short visual of memory
Flashes again and again
With loud declaration of a
Promise, that only we both
Are consciously aware
Hands had touched softly,
Hearts collided with force,
Emotions tied a conjugal knot,
Undertaking a secret pledge
That remained undisclosed forever.
Elegant and mysterious, like a contained passion but composed with a very versatile pen.
Still...'It remained undisclosed forever'. Shadakshari.Tarabenahalli.
the way you touch the feelings and emote them.....splendid! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
All lights are within, seema....... ! ! ! DISTANT LIGHTS...? ? ?
hi seema its a beautiful poem... great imagery and allegory did a beautiful poem there, , , enjoyed reading it cheers and ten
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With the exception of 'conjugal knot; the rest of poem is filled with romance. Had you offered some coffee on that 'gloomy evening', I would have loved it more.10