When shared..

When shared





When shared,
Joy increases manifold..
Air is filled in abundance of sweet smell..
Flowers bloom in cloud..
To be kissed by a swarm of floating glaze..
There are open invitations
In the morning sky
The east smiles with its lips ablaze..
When we join a caravan
The journey ends...
Your eyes may quiver
But your face never pretends...
You never came closer
Nor I could fathom your view..
It is the time that pressed me
Not to tell you that I love you...


By Satchidananda Mishra.