With no efforts

(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')

Your eyes leak out light

A word and

its pitch

try to

express

an aspect

A wave and

its foams

stretch

to touch

newer

reach

A flame and

its glow

leap up

to hold

fresh

space

A flute

moans of

its many

failings

to seek

clearance

in feeling

With no

efforts

your eyes

leak light

lips spill

mirth;

enter

heart and

conquer

Vaiyavan