The Unseen Land
A Free Verse Poem
A molten voice drips the honey,
mixes with the water
it gushes from the peaks,
drops as a waterfall
of words and fills the lake
of universe till its brim
This word waterfall
travels through the cloud
across millions of miles
back and forth to reach
your world fills your
blank screen magically
with the virtual ink
How sweet it would be
if I hear this flowing
inked words splashed
from my molten voice
in your melancholic voice?
Can you recite this poem
once from your deep inner voice?
I can hear your
idiosyncratic voice
blending with mine
at some point
Can you discover this
new world of unseen joy?
You and I are two
different roads,
two diverse humans,
we share a common highway
where the voices
stops by, meets and greets.
©Anisesh 2019
In response to the poetry prompt “Voices” by Shruti Sinha —
