Sunday, June 1, 2025

NITA B GEORGE

 

  

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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