Where shall I hide my dear secrets?
If my contours itself betrayed me,
By leaving a visible trace of emotions
With shape, smell and colour in total,
Standing out like a perfect rose
That could never escape your admiring glance.
What novelty shall I express to you?
If you started reading my feelings
Through the crystal ball of
Your insightful mind, and
Embarrass my deeply thought out poems
By simply saying I knew that before.
How shall I keep pace with you?
With my shaking hands and cold
Fingers that are still learning to
Hold the pen, while you have
Already reached the pinnacle
Of talent with your sheer brilliance.
Why should I make a rendezvous with you?
If every living moment of my
Vibrant days and silent nights
You are attentive to everything
From intense sermons to feeble
Whispers, within the citadel of my poetic heart!
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-invisible-waves/
