I was under sky,
When wind talked to me.
My mind was silent,
But heart was whispering.
Wind spoke of soft love,
Which I refused with my dreams,
I craved,
But never surrendered.
Wind spoke to my hair,
Made many tiny knots,
Thoughts melted,
Each time I untied it.
Wind spoke to my cold body,
Painted it with moonlight,
Reflected my lonely soul,
Clouds were passing by.
Wind spoke of confused pearls,
Which I made on a string of life,
I acted,
But never ignored.
Wind spoke to my pale lips,
Tempted a kiss,
A touch of solace,
That felt miles apart.
Wind spoke parallel to me,
When I was perpendicular to it,
Senses were making wide angles,
Each measured unanswered wishes.
When wind talked,
I forgot my language,
As, it spoke of love,
My eyes responded,
And my mouth was dry.
When winds talked,
A love smiled
And
A hope sighed!
love smiled, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment. Especially read my poem'Family members' and vote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh....neeliiii nice one! ! ! ! ..cheers :)