Let Wednesday Come

Let Wednesday come
With a world of fantasy
Sweetened with love and romance-
Dipping my soul in the fragrance
Of sweet relation, love, affection,
Facilitated by hate and attraction.

Even though at a long distance
Her presence seems closer to me
With her innocent demeanor
Beautified by her sense of humor
Humming a tune of affinity
I am melted in the ocean of Eternity.

Mounds of thoughts and feelings
Writhe me to pour them out;
But there is no creative vision
To shape and vent them out.

Let Wednesday come
When I will chat out my feelings
For those nothing to do with them;
As they are out of their sense.

Mine is the feeling
Pure and sacrosanct
Transcending the world of flesh;
Beyond the reach of the physical heart.

Innermost intricacy of my self
Though seems strange to many
Can be realized only by those
Who have the divine sense
And deep sense of spirituality.

Eyes cannot fathom the depth
Of the ocean of feelings;
Tides of love and human bonds;
Heart alone with pure thoughts
Can understand the labyrinth of Love.

BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR



Poetry by BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR
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Written on 2010-07-06 at 14:01

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