The book of my face, has nothing written on it
But has a lot to say silently
Read it with your feelings
Although eyes can see
It fails to comprehend unwritten words
The stories untold of choked emotions
Difficult situations, inexpressible thoughts
Way beyond the realms of expression
And then you'll feel
Vibrations from an unknown soul
Inviting you to their world
As I see those unknown horde of people around me
I sense multitude of myriad feelings
Being broadcasted without a word
All around me
Maybe you'll find yourself as I did
And get amused
A nature's way to share
Then one day we pick up our pen
Writing the empty pages of our faces unknown
And then, we will read
Comprehend understand unbiased perspectives
Harsh rebutting iftotally out of phase
An arm over shoulder for common blues
A weeping hug over common lives
Welcome my friends and read between
Those unseen lines
So that we could read and understand ourselves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, each face is a book. Though we don't see anything written there, a discerning eye can read so much there. We can also read between the lines, that which is 'way beyond the realms of expression'! If we make a conscious effort, we can understand many choked emotions and unwritten thoughts! Really enjoyed reading this poem of great depth! Top marks!
Thank You Valsa, your comment is treasured