...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"
What defines life, but communication
Maiden Word did much more than that
First grunt, gesture, symbol, letters too
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
What defines life, but communication
Maiden Word did much more than that
First grunt, gesture, symbol, letters too
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Seasons strive to tell of their contents
So does feelings, moods, heat, passion
Past through present talks to the future
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Cells alive, within, atoms even further
Heaven touches planets in commands
Joy, pain, laughter, baby cries do speak
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Waves, currents, osmosis and diffusion
Sight and sound, feel a touch that smells
Bond, bonding, bondage, even James Bond
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Even dead silence desires being heard
While the living wants to hear the dead
And darkness too begs light for its dissolve
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Most importantly a heart's speech in love
Smiles break off in runs from faces to say
What hides in thoughts so, so deep away
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Aah, my suit, shirt, shoes crave to be worn
And mountain's whispers to its foot, valley
The reverse telling tall tales that's too short
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Come, commune, communicate the feel
Divine design defines all revelations to you
Be it socio-culture, agriculture or architecture
Just remember, everything quests to be touched.
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
So does feelings, moods, heat, passion
Past through present talks to the future
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Cells alive, within, atoms even further
Heaven touches planets in commands
Joy, pain, laughter, baby cries do speak
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Waves, currents, osmosis and diffusion
Sight and sound, feel a touch that smells
Bond, bonding, bondage, even James Bond
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Even dead silence desires being heard
While the living wants to hear the dead
And darkness too begs light for its dissolve
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Most importantly a heart's speech in love
Smiles break off in runs from faces to say
What hides in thoughts so, so deep away
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Aah, my suit, shirt, shoes crave to be worn
And mountain's whispers to its foot, valley
The reverse telling tall tales that's too short
Show me that, that quest not to be touched.
Come, commune, communicate the feel
Divine design defines all revelations to you
Be it socio-culture, agriculture or architecture
Just remember, everything quests to be touched.
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
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