I stand on your doorsteps ,
to find the gates locked,
I am thirsty ..and so is my soul.
Magnificent walls,
taller pillars,
decorated with myriad …
…dreams of heaven.
To unlock and open ..
I haven’t learnt,
for the keys to this gateway
have got lost…
Just one turn and click open,
the latch of this cell ,
to let me step in,
the world of your transfinite…
In your feet …
on my knees….
Intensely and …
with gravity…
I await
for a glimpse of your benevolence ….
“I am thirsty ..and so is my soul”…aren’ t you a true artist, my dear friend… Love this one!
Thank you so much dear to read in between the lines… and for all the love you provide..
Opening scene from Kafka’s “The Trial”!
Nice words and imagery!
OH ! is it so! haven’t seen… Thanks Amit! Iam honoured you liked it.
ye honoured wonoured mat kahiye aap!!
the blogfriends that we are!
arey your choice is so selected! ki if you like ..its an honour for my poem..:-)
Let me say then “I am honoured if you think that way”
(Tit for Tat
)
Noting strange that I find so much of love in most of your poems! I thought this to be a writing for love only!
Thank you for getting into it.
devoted images…
nice
Thank you!
this was so lovely
Thanks for going thru it.
this is too, too beautiful soumyav!
You know a day without your poems, would be like a day without the sun’s morning smile! Your flowers of praise are always received lovingly by Him each day…for you are one of his most favorite treasures!
That is so kind of you to say and I feel blessed and lucky to get that privilege of writing in HIS praise and glory.for without him , there would be no morning for me to start.
That’s beautiful dear…may your thirst be calmed..
Peace & Light
Thank you MIra for your wishes!