Your eyes spoke to me subtly, a silly lot.
But I was speaking straight to your heart.
Your heartbeat was hellbent not to listen;
Your heartbeat was hellbent not to listen;
My voice betrayed my emotions, broken .
The syllables of the language of the heart,
Are sour to lips, letting out words as dart.
The wobble of the vacillating vocal cords,
Vitiates sounds,vexing the heart, as warlords.
The language of love is of a warbling tweet
Tuning whims and words into a cardiac beat.
Where eyes and ears waver to transmit love,
The beats of the heart, beckon a bonny alcove.
Love lets two hearts beat in syncopated rhythm,
One bettering the other like blood,in the system.
P.Chandrasekaran.
The wobble of the vacillating vocal cords,
Vitiates sounds,vexing the heart, as warlords.
The language of love is of a warbling tweet
Tuning whims and words into a cardiac beat.
Where eyes and ears waver to transmit love,
The beats of the heart, beckon a bonny alcove.
Love lets two hearts beat in syncopated rhythm,
One bettering the other like blood,in the system.
P.Chandrasekaran.
Love can see and understand the look of the heart. Heart can pierce through the body to confirm its luvtuv. Good poem indeed that connects human beings through senses and sensation.
ReplyDeleteThank you.Your comments as usual are revitalizing.
ReplyDeleteExcellent expression of love in a rich poetry. Keep it up, Sir.
ReplyDeleteThank you Raj.
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