My thoughts burlesque
mysterious ocean to you.
The moments I presage them,
the traipsing appear in your eyes.
Your intent to evade the talks,
I can read on your face.
The commotions in my mind
aren’t inane and no-marrow words.
What makes you shelter your thoughts?
Hardly ever permitting a careless whisper
escape and liberate from your lips;
and this you give a name of self-control.
Perhaps, in a way it is.
but the intention is too frivolous.
An endless tumult may halt..
barely granting me a glimpse
of where your emotions really lie.
Hardly I know what compels you to cloak,
but I need you to unveil often more.
Even if you don’t have the patience,
let it be the pretence to know me.
Wishfully, I could at least know you better.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
How easy it is to comprehend this beautiful saying ,”Feelings are like waves; We can’t stop them from coming but we can alter our sail..!” Can we really manipulate the Feelings that of course have a creed ; True, Fake, Concealed or Pretentious..! How do we know them ?
Born in the Breathtakingly Beautiful Vale of kashmir, Monika Ajay Kaul has had her schooling done there. A Post-Graduate in Business Management from New Delhi, an Academician by profession. She is passionate about writing poetry and short stories. An avid reader, mostly biographies and autobiographies of World Artists and Writers. Currently a full-time toiling mother. Besides writing, she is a painter too. Giving wings to her imagination through Beautiful Colors and Wuthering Words. As she has rightly put it into words, "Give wings to your imagination..and let your ingenuity fly..!"