The heart
is silent poetry
the incubator
of most-felt words
and sentiments
which are their time biding
for ripening-

even the deepest love
should know that waiting
strengthens every affection
as the flowers know
their right moment
of blossoming-

there shall be
no forcing
the heart-
it's subject
to no one's bidding-

experiences set in
of joy and pain
of living and hating
all life coalesced
in every mood
and feeling

herein
is the breeding
and crystallising
of the most sublime
where the deepest suffering
goes into dissolving
with the heart's sanctifying


and there shall end
the bleeding and sorrowing
when the voice of silent poetry
finds herself in the writing.