Radha Jha
She asks me why no sketches for me, why no poems for me?
All I can say is how !!
Yes, how ?
How can I sketch the beauty beyond skin and bone ?
How! How can I write for her,
When she owns each letter of my entire book ?
She asks me for love.
How can I give her when I am drowned in love of hers?
My heart admires her with each of my heartbeat.
And brain appreciate her each passing zeptosecond.
She complains me for not taking her on my journey,
When she is one who guided me to the path.
She who is beyond pieces of my imagination ,
And she who unfolds me to myself,
How can I wrap up her in my pages ?
