On my poetry journey, when I am binding words,
And moving with distant web page seachers,
A gentle wave first stimulates my way for noticing,
And a lone follower comes to acknowledge me, coming
From a distant land, I do not know where from it is,
I find I am not falling on congested pathway,
Some delight, some direction, some existence I feel.
I find I am not falling on congested pathway,
Some delight, some direction, some existence I feel.
And by abbreviated name, it may be a woman or a
man,
Following my poem, first on the page, no comments posted,
And warm feeling comes in my
mind, I feel
Calm, an imagination of my lone follower I cannot describe.
My silent observer keeps deep coolness in its marrow,
Sheltered in wonder silence to adore
every word
I write when I am in mood to owe the
world
Of love and sequence of random voyage
In my page, a separate chamber of poetic
flame
That I try to light words with softest speaking of evolution.
And I am always there in my web page blog, keeping
One chamber for writing and other chamber
for following,
An energy I always feel to elaborate words for attending
For good writing and keeping me enthusiastic to write more,
For good writing and keeping me enthusiastic to write more,
Writing from chamber 1 – viewing from
chamber 2
May be it is for one companion who just sits in chamber 2
And sees me like others who are prominent in using words.
And sees me like others who are prominent in using words.
Many times, I think to know this strange observer,
Every time, I do not reach to conclusion
if I would make a stir
To know her, and instead I love to let
this observer stay
Like a special honorary person, who turns to an
entropy
And energy to have a morning singing for my writing and love.
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