A whispering sun for my mourning self!

My effortlessly available voice is deep fording.

It seems to be calmly enjoying while giving

heed to the deepening silence.

I am constantly ricochetting for

finding my way to get along with

the relaxed pace!

It is all performed for trying to feel

you in the spontaneity of my heart!

I know my primaeval emotions are

struggling to find an inner magnitude

that aspires to become rhapsodical!

I am crying!

My efforts are glaring to get rid of

the ascendancy of futility and its control

over myself! I want to pour some loveful lines

by seeing what is lying inside!

©️shivpoetesspriya