Move Poems

Regretting my regrets

My posture is straight and arms on the wheel
But eyes on the rear with a guilt feel .
Imagining it different
where I could have been

Out came the noise of a gentle breeze ,
to put a smile on our face , "the nature’s heal".
Falling behind, I watched my thoughts
enjoying the ride, I sit back and observe.


......

Music

For months I was unable to listen. Thankfully that has passed. It still feels different though I’m sure it always will. You are music, to me. It’s taking some time separate the two. I realize You are not music just as you are not love. Two extraordinary and unexplainable things. Something you could never be. Maybe I haven’t lost too much.

Regretting my regrets

My posture is straight and arms on the wheel
But eyes on the rear with a guilt feel .
Imagining it different
where I could have been

Out came the noise of a gentle breeze ,
to put a smile on our face , "the nature’s heal".
Falling behind, I watched my thoughts
enjoying the ride, I sit back and observe.


......

Music

For months I was unable to listen. Thankfully that has passed. It still feels different though I’m sure it always will. You are music, to me. It’s taking some time separate the two. I realize You are not music just as you are not love. Two extraordinary and unexplainable things. Something you could never be. Maybe I haven’t lost too much.

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  deepak haridas (1 poems about Move)
  Sep 1986 - India