Without poetic seed there won't be prose. The entire network of branches, twigs, flowers, fruits and leaves is nothing but a commentary on the small poetic seed. So all ye wannabe writers, nurture the poet in you, who understands the value of pause in life, who moves slowly to watch everything, sight and smell everything. Brushstrokes of poetry softly touch the soul without disrupting its restful muse and bring out nuggets of love, compassion, harmony and peace. All content © Sandeep Dahiya
Unspoken words
sometimes open up a chasm,
which no pearly string of words
can cover with a bridge,
And to know each other well,
we have to learn
the language of silence
emanating from someone’s
walk, frown, smile or stony look.
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