When swing in motion,
my exuberant emotions,
my exuberant emotions,
spontaneous is defeat
of several articulations....
Then takes place
no superficial speech,
no ornamental verse,
numb are the nerves,
dumb are clever words,
or are stuck somewhere
in-between tiny sphere
of overwhelmed heart,
then paying no heed
to any cognitive call.....
to any cognitive call.....
Mere melodious rhyme
of this beating heart,
of this beating heart,
mere sacred hymn
of this soul is heard
of this soul is heard
like a craving yell in
silent grazing of herd....
silent grazing of herd....
Lips too become
liar
eyes still are eager
to reveal, to converse,
to reveal, to converse,
coating in invisible body;
that inner, abstract thing,
giving unheard voice
to that secret meaning--
that inner, abstract thing,
giving unheard voice
to that secret meaning--
through a magical vibe
that I strive to convey,
that you toil to describe......
that you toil to describe......
-Shivali
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