there is –
a fear in me;
an unease –
I know not how
to put to words;
a love –
I know not how
to express;
if I express,
what if I lose,
a memory dear
yet so new;
much priceless,
all about you;
a temptation
to keep alive,
few moments,
wish to relive.
there is –
a voice in me;
a longing –
to say aloud,
how much
I miss you;
but silence,
its language –
has no words,
just heartbeat
to reach you.
(’12. jan 30.) / (dVerse)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.