Hidden

I peel your covers so that I can
pry open the enigma
you carefully treasure in you.
I sharpen my sight,
stoke the fire in it,
with an insatiable zeal
for peering down into
the core of the lure
that you hide in you.
I set out to plod
through the foliage.
I lift the curtain,
but each time as I drop it,
I wonder
what colour the flower is
behind the opaqueness of the curtain;
what face it has and what fragrance !
I strive to listen to the music there,
get beguiled by the drama of my mind,
passionately I strive to sneak into you.





Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2008-03-24 at 22:33

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Previous comments have said everything I'd thought of saying - and more. This is a great piece of writing. Thank You for the inspiration.
2009-01-31


Neelima
A woman is a closed flower bud. Very mysterious. Beautifully expressed. I love the double play/picture of words.
2008-03-31



You express very beautifully this longing to enter a person's mind, this desire to explore, to know her completely.
A very intense poem, where an atmosphere is created out of thoughts, feelings, gazes, lights and shadows.
I definitely enjoyed reading it.
2008-03-24