A poem from my heart

A women's heart

Some flowers would always dream to be besides a tree,

as the tree would never let her forget the process of blossoming,

but it would not peep in the heart of the tree,

as the flower's heart itself has its intricacies and beauty inside,

So is a women's heart,

and her desires for love, life and he’s heart,

she would look out of a window in a dry wintry night,

to ask sky for some heat to be showered on next day,

as she has always loved to feel warmth of the sun,

but in a bright winter morning,

she would cover her eyes,

as she is afraid of the sunshine to get mixed,

with depths of her beautiful eyes,

and would feel the day with gaps between her fingers,

she is a mystery to 'he',

her a heart is even a mystery to herself,

she would dream to fall in love,

and her night-prayers would be her longings to fall in love,

she would wish to kiss her mate harder every time,

but when the moment comes,

she would turn cold and dropped eyelashes,

and her closed eyes would only melt the depths of her eyes,

not the beauty of her heart,

as she has herself tried and know her heart,

and give to you on your lips,

but may be its her other desire to always live with mysteries,

which has made the love an enigma,

and her kiss a flurried way of to know herself,

well, what can you say at last,

when you know that life is not different from ‘a women's heart’,

both will be with you to rise up,

or would be a reason for your fall,

maybe God want us(he's) to fall deep in love with them(she's),

as to know deeper meaning of life,

and deeper love buried in mysteries of her heart,

maybe some night,

when she has discovered a bit of herself,

and you are lost in your world of dreams,

she would whisper in your ears,

her secret, or maybe she dies with same the secret inside,

maybe she needs true love,

which she is afraid when she discovers it in her heart,

maybe she needs to be beside herself,

walking down the aisle looking at the flower and the tree,

as the flower can choose to be beside tree,

or be by herself and discover the secrets of blooming forever…

Gaurav Saluja