Some unspoken words touch softly
titliate the heart without any pleasure
cause the tiny nerves carry a message
to be stored in in the unconscious parts of the brain
and the brain drafts a reply saves it but doesn't send it to the heart.
A smile lifts its first step to dance on the lips
but stops,
for a moment more beautiful, more lovely.
Season goes on changing
after harvesting many crops of emotions
after facing many failures and deceptions
the drafted message is sent to the subconscious parts of the brain
in a lonely moon lit night it's converted in a dream
she finds herself enchanted in the arms of the unspoken words.
Alas! She was messmerized in the magic of spoken words
and ignored the unspoken words.
And when she saw him she thought to tell something to him
but before she could tell anything she listened again some unspoken words,
A reply of the message she could not send,
It's not yet too late.
An affair that gave only little pain but no scratches.
This is really a great poem.. Thank a lot for reading my poem 'scratches', I am glad that you liked and it inspired you to write this wonderful poem.
This is nice tribute poem for Rini. Some unspoken words touch softly. These bring emotion in mind and heart beats. Season goes on changing but harvesting every moral moment is interesting and wise. Brilliantly penned poem is shared is perceptional.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is analytical as well as very philosophical not to mention some confusion of heart's restrained expression. I may have to read Rini's poem to grasp fully some background of your poem. Though it is perfect in itself.