Pictures of your love are
stored in my heart.
Can you please come and cradle them with the fabric of your heart?
Your ears have eyes, too.
The timely gaze of your hearing intent
seems to read the matters of my message.
Where are you?
The laughter of love longs to be happy in your togetherness,
and the bakery of my heart creates a sweet pudding
with its most awaited tears.
They write with the sprinkles and frosting,
the deep anguish they feel.
Why do you tend to turn away your smile?
The messenger of the bakery asks,
will you please keep your smile on?
Please, will you?
I may try not to let my frosting spray too much sadness,
so will you please smile?
©shivpoetesspriya