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Date Written: September 13, 2017


is the language of the soul.

In the stillness of the night

she creates her soul

in another to be loved,

to be made whole,

she creates You.


Her heart yearns with

mourning for a warm embrace.

She will give up her place

in heaven to have, hold

and never depart.


She picks off the sour fruits

of love labor lost,

looking on with nonchalance

as the hours of stillness transmutes.


To create you in her dreams,

only to meet when stillness intrudes

not able to feel you, not hold you, love you

is not worth her breath.


Desires of heaven is not

an aspiration of the souless,

in the stillnes of the night

living in a myriad of dreams

she creates love as written

in heaven above.


The evocative nature of living

in her dreams is not provocative.

What credence does she give to hope

that dawn doesn't creeps in

bringing with it's spawn of a harsh reality,

a still life?




One comment on “Stillness”

  1. Subhashchandra B Adhav     September 17, 2017

    The poem reflects grand metaphysics of stillness—
    Stillness is the language of the soul—-An alluring opening
    Wonderful poem—–Excellent share—–Great job done!!

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