*letters To The Unknown Poem by Reshma Ramesh

**Time Back I had moved the time back Unlike God that once spent Counts towards infinity In finite units I had with the force of universe Played back in rapid motion Connecting the memories Too distant And going back to the blank Space was a whole void I do not remember My preexistence I moved into the valley Of darkness Where time was still And space was nothing I had rectified fortuitous engravings On the book of unknown I lamented the passage From life to death I lamented the tears That I had cast in your eyes For which I had turned The time back

**Vengeance Retribute Lest the apology be not taken Twisted in hands while crushed In fingers that wear diamonds and gold Lest the deity be the exalted presence For the one with no mischief rendered Laid on the door the sword of pride Lest the love be tendered sweet As the might of the self when on the rise Held to the earth the eyes once on truth Lest the lover be on his own to the soul Lick the wounds of his forgiveness For divine mercy on the day bestow Lest not the one who departed Look back with vengeance retribute Do the dusts not melted in heavens reside Lest not the mirth of ego again The bigger the one the smaller is it To your life in happiness repose

**An Apology What if a heart so pure Thou set for the confessions Hast the love in thy heart rusted The pride in thyself shall the moment When you so humble depart Like a book open is thy heart Like moon the solace of lovers Art thou the thunder of hell Hast thou been bestowed For the human to act in cruelty Dust is all whether thine or else Whence dust to dust why worrieth thou Touch the feet of the diety in tear With both hands together in apology

**Scent of Flower Thou callest might of the oceans A tiny ditch for the stream of love Didst that the dropp from the ocean In vapors to the skies in blue Drop on earth to become stream tiny And back to the ocean Resideth in the heart is creation’s image In love is the mirror for one who desireth See the image who knoweth the self Nay to the roots of the tree that giveth Sustenance is from the sun and earth And thou seest not the beauty of heavens Many names for one name if my heart My love speaketh to others what may They say to the world has some one With one hand the sun hidden from earth The scent of flower that the honey bee From whence comes the sweetness sweet My names on thy chest is but of divine Didst love hath any source not manifest

? .................what? when.....how...?

'But I never knew My poems would be one day Letters to the unknown' Aren't all poems truly, pray, 'a letter to the unknown'?

Knowing something is an illusion, so better be unknown........well written

its great to see poets converged in the comment window, the time when some comments are full poems

10+ to the poem and 1000+ to comments in below :)

**My Letters Unknown Whilst the flicker of candle Dawn had the designs in geometry Cold winds of the night on the edge Letters to the unknown To the known what it cast Much derided for the words Love has meaning to demons Unlike love when the self On the cross of retribution For the letters Pick the fallen stones Wounds are deeper than the blood On my body my letters Unknown to myself was the address Known not to me than how Known to you my love From the streets from the paths Untreaded often collect My letters unknown Taken by storms