The Language Of Love
My body
Wants
Touch
My mind
Concern
My spirit
Commune...
The telephone
Can
Only
Whisper...
Whisper
Sweet nothings
In
My ears.
Sweet nothings,
A
Wave
In
An
Emptiness
Called
Togetherness.
Togetherness,
That
Is
Something,
Yet,
Nothing
Just
Like
The breeze
That
Blows,
The
Thoughts
That
Fly...
Weightless.
Existent
Yet,
Non existent
Imprisoned
Conditioned
I
Am
In
My
Constricted world
No
Doors
No
Windows
Open
Are.
Move
I
In
Fetters
Inside my world.
My mind,
My soul,
Untouched
Are.
Untouched
By
The
Winds of change.
Autumn
Comes,
Then,
Winter too
But
Spring...
No
Westwind
Brings!
NITA B GEORGE
NITA B GEORGE is a short story writer and a Poet who has to her credit five published books, all published by Writers Workshop, Kolkata. She is a Post Graduate in English Literature from the Osmania University, Hyderabad, Telangana, India. She is a trained teacher, and a Diploma Holder in Creative writing in English with poetry and short story writing being her papers in the course. She is well acquainted with poetic techniques and has developed her own style of expression. Her poems are short but multi layered, grounded and readable.
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