The haven of our musings

Whats 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.

Reviews

[Devanshu Rajput]

wonderful write...thanks for sending me RR because by that i came to read this...lovely piece...

DEVANSHU RAJPUT

[SHEEMA HUQ]

superbly crafted, well done

[MOON]

We write for ourselves yet it speaks to others as well.it may not have monetary value bit it has value . Others might not value but words poetry feeds the soul.