(Contributed by : A guest poet (NW) who wants to remain annonymous :-))
How marvelous this organ called human heart;
It enslaves the brain and makes it command the body;
To journey to a destination where the heart wishes;
Though togetherness in life is next to impossible!
And though many a words were left unspoken;
Yet telepathy finds its place where gaps needs filling;
And, so the yearning hearts damned the reality that both knew;
Thus, into the darkness the two souls ventured.
Holding hands and gazing at the moon;
Biting winds freezing the skins of the poorly clad souls;
Yet; listening to the gushing sounds of the rivulets;
The cold cliff that they sat on felt like a palace fit for the king!
A distant bark of the musk deer in the silence of the nights;
And the brushing sounds of the swaying trees;
Brought to reality the high flying minds of the beings;
It was then a time for realization, time to descend down to earth!
When the heart follows a relationship mired in futility;
The world shuts and we follow the biddings of our hearts;
A thousand words are said with a single touch;
The silent moments of the dark, sealed with a kiss;
Thenceforth the path this leads to unknown;
Shrouded in mystery, the distant future;
Unfathomable, bleak, wavering;
Ah, but present is bliss…. So, Follow the heart!!
How marvelous this organ called human heart;
It enslaves the brain and makes it command the body;
To journey to a destination where the heart wishes;
Though togetherness in life is next to impossible!
And though many a words were left unspoken;
Yet telepathy finds its place where gaps needs filling;
And, so the yearning hearts damned the reality that both knew;
Thus, into the darkness the two souls ventured.
Holding hands and gazing at the moon;
Biting winds freezing the skins of the poorly clad souls;
Yet; listening to the gushing sounds of the rivulets;
The cold cliff that they sat on felt like a palace fit for the king!
A distant bark of the musk deer in the silence of the nights;
And the brushing sounds of the swaying trees;
Brought to reality the high flying minds of the beings;
It was then a time for realization, time to descend down to earth!
When the heart follows a relationship mired in futility;
The world shuts and we follow the biddings of our hearts;
A thousand words are said with a single touch;
The silent moments of the dark, sealed with a kiss;
Thenceforth the path this leads to unknown;
Shrouded in mystery, the distant future;
Unfathomable, bleak, wavering;
Ah, but present is bliss…. So, Follow the heart!!
Are you not coming back now? We haven't had enough of your musings. Hope you haven't stopped spinning your yarns.
ReplyDeleteI shall come back when the hurly burly's done. when the battle is lost and won. haha
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