Its not what you say,
its what you don’t
that gets to me
reading between line
I sense profusion
of what was meant to be.
Cloaked in polite conversations
lies a want that’s deep;
burning with controlled fury
to reach out, to touch…to keep.
winged emotions ache
to flutter and float to you;
rising like the tide
hard to subdue.
Like wisps of smoke
twirl & churn around,
your presence is all over
your smell so profound.
Like a feather let loose,
my thoughts flit away
hither and thither
winds of memory holds sway.
In all abstract ways
you surround me
I’m lost in its embrace
happy as can be!
Aarthi Narasimhan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smoked-emotions/
