MY WORDS

Composing words
Is often musical,
Like the waves
Rippling in a lake when rain drops fall,
Soft as the sound of echoes in valleys,
Pious as the chanting of bells in a temple
Devoted to gods,
Emerging as the rays of hope,
Creating a movement of dance in every relationship,
The melody of life.
But my words,
Lying here and there
On the floor of the room
Beside the bookshelves,
Near your slippers,
Broken, unsaid and unpolished,
Like my existence,
And our relationship --
Every day I try to create rhythms
Out of the threads of life,
Stitching and unraveling them,
But never able to compose anything,
Except a song of sadness.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Life is good days and bad days.
"Every day I try to create rhythms
Out of the threads of life,
Stitching and unraveling them,
But never able to compose anything,
Except a song of sadness."
Poetry is written to celebrate the happy days and the bad days. I tell people. Celebrate the good days and learn/forget from the bad. Thank you hardeep for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much Sir

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[CA Anurag Sharma]

Wow, wonderful write Sir. The flow, the ending, can relate to it really. Good one

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much Sir

[Emily]

Love the wording!
I really like how it's laid out.
Keep it up!!

[hardeep sabharwal]

thank you so much Emily

[Avinash]

Lack of communication can be death of any relationship. But we can not force it as well. However, those bestowed with beautiful words like you can create the world of their own and can live a content life there .

[hardeep sabharwal]

thank you so much Avinash bhai