The petals sway to the touch
of the wind
in a lulled way
that only a heart can understand
when its string’s been tugged
by the sway of your voice
those lyrics in between silences
and the sound of your pen
dancing in ink on pure white sheet
Samasya? Tapasya!
The petals sway to the touch
of the wind
in a lulled way
that only a heart can understand
when its string’s been tugged
by the sway of your voice
those lyrics in between silences
and the sound of your pen
dancing in ink on pure white sheet