You don’t come to me in words, feelings or emotions

You come to me in full body, mind, heart and

Soul

You don’t come to me in caligraphied ink with signs or symbols

You come to me in real stories scribbled

You come to me not in days, months or schedules 

You come to me in fancies of our meetings or routine ridicules 

and then  you fume to submerge in unwants 

of ink, words, and spreads

like one in those thousands knotted threads...

Regards 

Kiran Sakkar Sudha