I
What is this prevailing touch of sentiment?
Fluttering inside for a certain moment
As if each second was waiting to happen,
Like nature conspired it mustn't fail to happen
II
This sense of homesickness, longing to see you
This is a feeling of missing someone dear
Words slip and float to the skies when I see you
I forget how to think whenever you're near
III
I crave the dazzling feeling of your tight hold
A scene where I'll lose words, so it was never told
It felt like it won't do justice to say a thing
No one imagined a word for this feeling
IV
Artists can't paint that seemingly normal scene
It wasn't of this world, one none had ever seen
Although my attempts to write turned out messy,
It's like a dream, truth born from a fantasy
YOU ARE READING
Voiceless Poetry
PuisiDrops of rain fall in my ambience Flooding me and my existence Tears trickle down but fails to drop Voice unheard, never yields to stop Poems are verse to let out thoughts In each line is beauty of thoughts In each word is wonder of thoughts It drai...
