The quest to talk
There is nothing to talk with you
Still I want to hear that voice,
I am helpless, left with no choice,
feeling that there's something due.
A day has passed, I feel the blue,
I cannot bear this wordly noise,
There is a longing for that poise,
That amazed me, the enticing hue
It's strange, there's nothing I can do,
words remain my way to rejoice,
all other things look like decoys,
In this time, mystically my love grew
I ask this question, at every avenue
the answer to which, none of us knew.