touch my heart

3 Comments

Tags:
  • Emotional

    Poem Commentary

    who touched my heart.

    touch my heart

    I dont know who touched my heart
    is it the wind that blew slowly by my ears
    is it the humming bird that flew past me
    or
    your thoughts that is haunting me.
    thinking of the same
    I sat dreaming on the seashore
    thinking of the same
    I slept working on my table
    thinking of the same
    I wept on my bed.
    but
    now I know it is you my dear,
    my dear and only my dear wife
    who coxed me in the sadness
    and you my wife,
    who gave me the support in my madness
    and you my wife is the inspiration for my poetry to
    bloom in the new world called original poetry
    where it grows like the trees,
    it flies like the birds and
    swims like the fish in the water
    and
    it is you, you and only you
    my wife who touched my hear and none other
    because there is no one in my heart
    except my wife and that is my dearest wife.
    I put this dream at your feet
    to make it come true and fly in sky
    like a rainbow with seven colours
    and like cool breeze that gives the tingle in the heart of hearts
    and with this I close my eyes
    for you my wife to take me throughout the life
    to the far far world where there is none except you and me.

    Poem Comments

    (3)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    giri commented on touch my heart

    09-10-2012

    but alas she is not. I am trying my level best to see her happy. but I have not lost hopes I will die to win her love always. thanks for the comment once again

    EyesOfRain commented on touch my heart

    09-08-2012

    WOW this is beautiful! It is so airy and free, a thought only tethered to reality by your love of your wife. Very sweet. I hope she is proud of this piece!

    giri commented on touch my heart

    01-19-2011

    howzzzat

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    giri’s Poems (30)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    my saute to every sister 1
    A DAY WITHOUT YOU 2
    cheat 2
    autism a boon or bane 6
    look at my body 0
    nothing in our hands 1
    touch my heart 3
    work is worship 1
    love to live and live to love. 1
    god is my lord. 0
    love regained. 0
    marriage 1
    think 0
    where am i 0
    surprise 0
    my dear son 0
    touch your heart. 1
    am I old.? 0
    immortal 2
    life is to excel. 1
    eclipse 1
    fantasy 0
    winner 1
    am i a poet. 1
    truth -wife. 0
    evergreen life. 4
    sexy 1
    mothers love. 1
    emotional 1
    my friends 1