Comments about Seema Aarella
A Strange Relation
I burry the thought of writing,
Because I miserably fail to describe
This strange phenomenon
For I feel the pureness of the script
Is in the words virgin and unstated
Which I hope you will read in my eyes
When we meet during an auspicious communion
The loud vibrations of vocal chords
And roaring waterfall of speech
Irks the stream of subtle Feelings,
And I prefer not to speak
But convey more than thought and said
Through the soothing comfort of silence
Which I hope you will hear during my extended sighs
Do you know what eyes observe
Giving hand has
No qualms to raise.
An Asker always
Has nothing to spill.
Flatters at will.
To distant land.
Worries weigh down,
Where we stand.
In darkness though taken
To dawn of death
The soul shall awaken.