Searching Your Engraved Words

My Dear,

I am very much restless without you, without your voice and words. To the extent of not finding any words to write. Only you are the one who can take me and my words out of it.

With paper sheaf have fist tight

      I am reciting my own, written inside

             What is there I am trying to take out

                    So silence but hearing so loud

                          Some thoughts are arrested, not bailable

                                   Edgy it made me some impatient little irritable.

Writing for you but shall I search to my thoughts or to you?

        Disappeared both your favourite words and so as you

              Search my heart “the cubbyhole” Only You find the words you engraved

                         Superbly chiseled so deep and will never fade

                               You come besides, whisper a words few

                                      Let them germinate out, let them enjoy the dew