Banned,
from all begging songs
were I…
As morning came,
and buds broke free
their long awaited colours,
I listened for another hush…
but dumb my soul remained,
in silence other than my own,
to paint the shade of unseen colours
yet unborn,
yet silent…
as the Ruach,
unchanged through aions
would usher yet another dreamlike
flower in existence.
“stay, watch and see…
it’s me…”
The one to be, or not to be…
THEORETICAL PHILOSOPHY 
A lot of your writing is for the self
I never will question why
Never into the depths of your mind
Will I ever pry
At least you are kind enough
To keep words in short supply
So I can read it quickly enough
And then just pass on by
LikeLike
The eyes……sighs. Look at the eyes. All is revealed there.
LikeLike
I should get myself an alter-ego, but I guess that would just be a lame copy of something… adorable:-)
LikeLike
Yes Rom, the most enticing question of all…I would wish to see the play to its conclusion and find the answer but alas the acts, which hold me spellbound, turn out to be longer than my ticket allows.
This is a very fine poem/manifesto.
LikeLike
I was truly hoping to meat you here for a bit… Thank you!
This is a rather older poem, like a fresh feeling of an older emotion… And it had to be different, as my own ticket gets more and more worn-out at everyday’s check in…
Honoured…
LikeLike