Who is he? who comes in my dreams, Who wakes me up from my slumber and sleep. Whose face is hardly seen,… But his image is engraved deep within. He has several names and immortal fame, made a special place in my heart like a photoframe!!
Who is he? Whom I cannot see but Find him within me. I do not know him, But I understand him. I cannot touch him but, I can feel him. I cannot speak to him but, I communicate with him. I cannot smell his fragrance but, I sense his presence. I do not know who is he??? Is he just a fantasy or the dream that I see?? Or may be he is none other than thee!!
Writing is a passion that I will never allow to fade inside me. It all started as a small note in my school diary and I wrote my first poem when I was in class 8th. I write poems and have even contested in many poetry websites and magazines during school as well as college days.I got the novel idea of publishing my poems and started posting my poems on social platforms, since then I have been receiving excellent and positive feedback. I am basically from Bangalore and being a literature lover, I maintain a poetry blog called https://www.facebook.com/PoeticTranscendence, please do visit this website which has the collection of my poems. Happy Writing!!
A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left
Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze