Of
many a small things
my
yellow nail paint speaks to me ,
my
tooth brush tries to do the same,
i
just tell them let me be,
because
without you it’s not the right game.
the
trees dance and so do the small twigs,
the
flowers try to hold on,
of
what feels like strong alchohol,the winds take too strong a swig
i
wander alone , incomplete without you , through the lush green lawn.
what
do i admire ? the stars, the moon?
its
not there , your intense gaze , your kiss,
the
hands that hold me , its not there ... that boon..
i
am longing for you , waiting to experience that pure bliss.
its
not a poem , its the song my heart sings,
of loneliness
, of separation , of many a small things.
come
and hold me , come and hold me , for if you will,
tears
will swell up and my heart will burst out crying...
