You know how it is
When I see through the prism
When rain falls
When the bonfires blazes my eye sight
When the mud of rain drenched path
Makes my mind untidy
When that lone dog sleeps
Under the foggy street light
When that distant bell rings
From an unfamiliar temple
When the tides hit the rocks
To rise in obsession
When I look
beyond the horizon
Beyond you and me
Beyond our world
Beyond them
The ghazals from my old gramophone
Takes me to you,
Closer, a step more,
An inch more,
A breath more.
Souls meet.
A lifetime lived.
Eternity discovered.

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Poetry for me is a way of expressing my unexpressed emotions,feelings and sentiments.Writing for me is concentration,meditation and liberation. With each word flowing from the nib of my pen , a saga is penned, a part of me is liberated. I live my life without any rules, fixed definitions. I love to explore the zenith . My thoughts, imaginations, whims and fantasies are as wild as me. But still on the surface an ocean is calm and so is a woman.
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Minnie Mariah Wilson

Beautiful poem

Minnie Mariah Wilson

Beautiful poem indeed


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