Nightiangle of Mithila

I came across her through Maithil Brahmain community forum. The title of her post was: what is true definition of friendship. I was not impressed , it is one of the time pass discussions. I went through her Blog: www.knowneha.blogspot.com I read the few lines from her poems............ See yourself

Your silence is killing me...
I want to hear some words from you,

no matter whatever you say,

any story from past or future,

or anything about today.

I want to hear of the incidents

which added smiles to your expression,

or share with me those reminiscences,

which are your priceless possession.

I want to hear of the things,

which you count as your favourite,

and all about such endowments,

that you love to give and take.

I want to hear of the dreams,

which couldn't be made concrete,

and also about those wishes,

which have been left incomplete.

Let your heart speak,

and let your voice be free,

let me gain my life-

Your silence is killing me...

See another one:

My thoughts....

Once I sat perceived

with exempted thoughts:

How to depict Love?

Is it a commitment,

a compassion,

or a tender-age relation?

A thought ,

a feel, or mere an illusion?

I kept on searching

for the definition,

till my heart gave me the clue-

Love is nothing else,

but love is You...

Again I sat perceived

with exempted thoughts:

How to depict You??

A feel to feel, a cause to live,

or rather a flavour of remembrance?

Authentic like life,

irresistible like dream,

or just a shadow to

prove my existence?

Sometimes happy,

sometimes annoyed,

sweet as honey and

animated like a child.

Your innocence,

your simplicity

,can not be stated-

You need to be insulated...

Once again I sat,

but now perceived with

apprehensive thoughts:

How to insulate You??

Cruel world, uncertain fate,

seldom joys and a lot of pain,

I beg- I struggle,

that my efforts do not go in vain.

I have to protect you,

for me and myself,

with my own hope,

with my own help.

It is with your smile

that my breath is related,

And our this relation-

can never be depicted......