Writers gonna write
Readers gonna read
To all other tasks
We pay no heed
And the tasks pile up
One by one on us
Till the load of task
Topples over thus
Tasks pile up
Minds fly down
In place of a smile
Now there's a frown
That frown raises our brows
Like a question mark
That smile however is there
Just in how our eyes spark
Eyes go wide
Averting a tide
The tears of joy
Somewhere within hide
Eyes crinkle in a smile
Tears of joy are more rare
Someday they need escape
But the tears, good or bad, are there.
I am there
You are there
Holding onto tears
Our smiles lay where
Our smiles are just hiding,
Like the sun behind a cloud
Tears may scream
But a smile speaks more loud
That raised eyebrow
That little wink
Those unsaid emotions
That get lost in a blink
That gentle pat on the back
Just squeezing the hand,
That slight display of support
Somedays give us courage to stand
Sleeves over hand
The flick of a wand
Most powerful they say
Is our unsaid chant
Silences have magic
Smiles cast a charm
The story of life is woven
In those gestures so warm
A jamming session after a long time with the wizard cchinu
YOU ARE READING
MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoetryJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
