Friday, June 03, 2005

Speak out

Love lurks,
Behind latched
Doors,
Beneath
Grass covered
Graves.
Let it out.
Let it out.

Love stays hidden
In the pages
Of a secret diary,
In the colours
Of an unfinished painting.
Let it free.
Let it free.

Love lies troubled
In doubting
Minds,
In questioning
Eyes.
Let it live.
Let it live.

8 comments:

Ravi said...

Words of love
the mind recalls
the heart yearns
the soul cherishes
Say it aloud.
Say it aloud.

What say, Rajesh? :)

Samudraa said...

:)


The smile ought to say what i think :)

musafir said...

@ravi: Ah, much flattered at your continuation!

And yes, couldn't agree more Ravi :). 'Say it aloud' it is.

@samudraa: :) - Thanks!

Brood Mode said...

Oh! the urge to break free, to speak out.... how well i know it!

Kripa Shankar said...

ya right....look who is talking too...
(not with particular reference to love) ;)

musafir said...

@ brood mode: I was generalising! ;)

@ kripa shankar: Writer's licence ;)

. : A : . said...

I read this more as a song than a poem because of the rhythm that it has. Well done!

musafir said...

@ .:a:. : Glad, you could feel the rhythm - I did indeed write it as a song, although didn't think it came out well enough to be spotted!!