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
You arrive at her door
and it’s like
a fresh whiff of air,
You leave feeling
her sad sigh on your back.
Then there is a mysterious
realignment in her heart,
And neither your arrival
nor your departure
holds and significance
like it did earlier.
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