Expressions

If there were words for you, for us,
I would have lassoed them long ago.

Proficient speakers are attractive
and can be equally manipulative.
Spurting many colors
on the plain waves of mind,
they leave on one's heart
to smell few misty colors.
And destitution chains
when they unlock their eyes
and fix it to other's in the assemblage.

But I am not that kind.
I will go along standing, beside you, only you.

It's like a gold mine, with small pieces,
which draws in everybody, completely.
And people revisit empty caves,
for ages, claiming their shares.

But have you ever wished a jewelry
made from the undiscovered metals of meteors
falling on living grounds just for you?

Brains could learn all the possible languages
but it's unfortunate that we could converse very few.
Silence continues to charm.

Regarding writing, only thing I don't like
is that my emotions pegged at some point
reach you at a different time, at a different point.
And this gap is the space between us.


Sim