My Only Star Poem by Seema Jayaraman

the verse's constantly beckoned me to understand your onLy favored and highly regarded star was such as a Black Hole you so brilliantly danced all around the subject matter without ever confessing nor declaring your favorite star was actually a Black Hole. Bravo Mrs. Jayaraman for such writings as these. I offer unto you a standing Ovation of praise. Clapping my hands in your General Direction and nodding out of respect. wearing a big Smile of pride for such as the Likes of you.

It is an unseen brilliance, something mysterious hiding inside that gives shape and form to our thoughts and being! Let it come and radiate you that your songs rise like a crescendo! Beautiful, Seema!

The mysteries, Something shapeless, formless, imagined and then you come to tangibility and realized visibilty; then you speak of: Wing my thoughts, my dreams, my sighs Yonder the abyss, A poem full of mystery simply because you put together seemingly contradictory terms and finally you build a bridge to mend it all. very nice poem both philosophic and with a sense of mystery. thank you very much dear Seema