Vases of flowers
counter-top my senses
Seeing the glass, painted
with fresco gardens
the crunchiness
of dead flowers,
The petals of which
have fallen;
of which
I have picked up one
To sense the ‘wait’
somehow
in my present
without words or symbols
that
‘I can do it, picking
Head in the clouds,
confabulating without deception
my emotional processing
Emotional, Profound…Loved these lines ”Confabulating without deception
my emotional processing”……fantastic Tapeshwar
‘m humbled by thy warmth and great words Maaya Di! _()_
An emotional experience expressed in minute detail and fine imagery-‘the crunchiness of fine flowers’-beautiful.
The felicity with which the poet is able to portray the emotional thoughts and leave the reader enthralled speaks volumes for his amazing talent.
‘m humbled to the core dear sir! I take this as thy blessings! Naman … _()_
An enthralling attempt by the author to vent out some deeper emotions .
So much thanks dear Sir Shamsher Ji!