The thundering illusion of pain
Suddenly disappeared in the coolness
Of a gentle and honeyed voice.
That very moment layers of pain
In nudity began to whine and vanish
I know somehow I am freed tonight
For the clutch of devil is no more haunting
The power of a voice I heard is dominating.
In gentle words the voice spoke long
Suffusing me with the depth of the universe
Eternally my gratitude I owe to her the bearer of the voice.
I shall say a palatial mansion made of diamond
Is still worthless to measure with the voice I heard tonight
That sweetness I wish to last forever playing in my ears.
The thundering illusion of pain
Suddenly disappeared in the coolness
Of a gentle and honeyed voice.
A meeting I am anticipating
The sooner the better my conscience telling me
Alas!! She decides when to appear and disappear,
But in waiting I shall be here always.
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is there a need for a meeting when the voice speaks to you and you hear it?
ReplyDeleteWe can feel presence in the distance. We can feel loneliness in presence.
hmmm...yaar anthu voice sonthakari? This is positive. You were strange, and you are still strange. Gosh..you still sleeping late hours, huh??
ReplyDeleteall these voices sleep in you, Cyclops...don't let the voices of fear and pain reign,
ReplyDeleteGood to see you wrote this after the last two!:)
wishes,
devika
I like that she has you wondering whether YOU are coming or going. There is a very nice narrative voice here that I find quite soothing Brother.
ReplyDeleteYou get warm yourself whenever you listen to her voice… and experience the pleasure. Nice write up buddy
ReplyDeleteIf the voice heals, then let the healing linger! Beautiful words!
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