I speak when people want me to
I cannot when people want me to
I speak up when no one is there to hear me
i wanna speak my love ...my heart...love j |
I speak when I m not supposed to
I speak not when I am expected to
I babble to myself
And in fact
I sometimes I can’t speak to myself too
But….i feel
There’s lot to say
To many around me
To many hearts who lend their ears to me
There are a few with whom I long to speak
But they can’t pay their ear to me
There are people who want to hear whatever I say
But I have no words for them
And ironically…….
I am the trainer of speaking skills
And that makes me roll down
In laughter…..
And I speak …….talk …..babble…..but always ….love speaking my heart..
………………………………………….lots of love jagathi 1.49pm Chennai (the president hotel )30th april 2011 Saturday
Me too always love speaking my heart.
ReplyDeleteur poem unfurls the very folded thing of understanding between the speech, beyond and above the speech.. but, i feel, the poem missed the poetic tinge as prose feel has dominated in the lines...
ReplyDelete