The haven of our musingsA Poem by Balkaran SidhuWhats yours and whats mine I am far from those narrow things I have never seen the walls of our separation. I who write these unprofitable verses They are not just mine,rather ours they are our truths folded into silent music. You say my words won't fly Don't water those visionary thoughts Am I just wasting my words? Sometimes I smell those weary words from the abyss of future longings preaching in the gardens of my heart. But I tend to share my musings May be I shall pull them into my private asylum and put them in bottles of omission. Where in the parody of my passions lie all the syntax of my passion lies the adulation inside the ego of my sunsets. You may not be able to fathom my rhymes, my paintings of sonnets and odes but they have immeasurable expense to me. © 2013 Balkaran SidhuReviews
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13 Reviews Added on January 26, 2013 Last Updated on January 26, 2013 AuthorBalkaran SidhuHanumangarh, Rajasthan, IndiaAboutHome will always be here... Poetry Anthology- http://www.amazon.com/Divided-Seven-Billion-Balkaran-Singh-ebook/dp/B00KQ3668Q/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid= Facebook -https://www.fa.. more..Writing
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