Life In The Deep Poem by Sanjeev Kumar

Whenever I saw her,
I took a deep breath,
And she would take,
On seeing a deep sigh.

She spoke I would,
Go into deep focus;
Like a student in,
A deep slumber,
To teacher's plumber.

Searched for both,
External and Internal,
Mine and hers,
Deep emotions.

Her words took,
A deep trance,
And I felt as if,
In a deep sleep.

That in the day,
And in the night,
Was of deep allegory,
Looked as if I was,
Into a deep well.

Taking a deep dive,
Finding the deep waters,
Receiving a deep gash,
Knew now I would,
Get a deep massage,
To soothe the muscle,
Deep pressure receptors.

Indulgent it would be,
To spend my time,
With the deep shelves,
In a deep closet,
To make use of,
And reach deep space.

Travel deep in the past,
In a deep space probe,
Trying to search for,
The deep trouble of life,
And the deep happiness.

Alas! She wakes me up,
In a deep voice.
Find her in a deep purple,
Mixing the deep blue,
With the deep red
And the deep borders.

Walking on deep carpets,
Hands like deep snow,
See her in deep shadow,
And emerging deep night.

With deep cuts in budget,
I take a deep bow,
Keep a deep dark secret,
To form a Meta deep,
Physical theory,
Like a deep plot of,
The movie and machinations.

Trying to dig in deep,
Into the deep of night,
In the deep of winter,
Turning something into a,
Denizen of the deep.

Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar