Where hath thou vanished in the blue
no shadow,no silhouette , neither can I see you
silent,quiet where doth you sit
under the blossomed tree of love,I await…
Is my fragrance lost , or my dreams fake,
where hath you gone dear,
Here, I await…
The moon radiant tonight smiles at me
did you not know, I await to see thee?
come back, O! muse,
here I await,
there is still time to bid adieu
from this heart, my mate!
What beautiful words piercing the soul, Soumya!
Thankyou so much Vishal, you always leave a smile
A muse – hidden but engraved. Silent but pronounced in your words. Meaningless but pleased to be – A muse !
What honesty you simplify in your verses !
Aye
Thanks for your kind words Prashant. Been a long time. Hope you have been fine. Happy blogging