Love Is Not A Word Poem by Riyas Qurana

I am a forest
When I smile,
It goes near the pond
And is growing as a mountain

If I wink
It becomes a whirlwind
Falling hairs swept away by waves
As streams and rivers
And the eyes bouncing in them
Multiply as fish.

Imagination makes the mind
Flying non -stop only with wings
Without the bird
As the forest shakes with the tireless
Cry of the peace (silence?)

Amidst all this
I keep a falling flower in the mid-air
Not to fall on the earth

Is it not up to you who search for it
To come and sit on it
And make love?

Don't forget to bring the word
Darling
When you come.