silent love

I can only pen my beats on a paper,
as i m not one who can beat the drums.
But if you could hear my heart beat at your sight,
the sound could beat a thousand ones.

The flute's notes could be sweet and long
like a summer's romance.
Sweeter would have sounded my breath,
had you heard it in your fragrance.

The strings of a guitar are useless in my fingers,
but its my veins, through which your love flows,
that if you replace strings with,
would resonate with your name on every note.

The elixir of life is in your smile,
its radiance could light up a thousand skies.
and, the moon in the sky would have told it to you,
had it not been written on its darker side.

Its only a poetry that i can offer as a payer to your beauty,
for i don't know a purer reciter.
my love being a poetry that i cant sing,
you need to hear it through the silence of my desire.

As the tears of my heart flow as words,
flow my feelings through the ink of my pen.
The drops accumulate to form a lake,
waiting to crush the dam of my lips;
to form a river, must a song hide in its fingertips.
With which it would tickle the sea of my dreams, and its
waves would lift our souls entire.
My love being a poetry that i cant sing,
you need to hear it through the silence of my desire.