Secretly we spoke

I peep through the door secretly

If there is a future for we

But you hardly spoke

What you said was this and that

Nothing worldly nothing wise

If we were supposed to be one

Why were you not asking more and

Why were you not looking for me?

I waited through the cages for you and I

Didn't you hear what my heart said

I won’t believe what your words tell

I won’t believe what others tells me

All words are empty like the-

Hidden doors of secrets

Life is made of

Or like the

Golden confines of world

I ask him to break the shackles and he

Shocked but awed said

Shhh

Why break confines, let

Chains be chained to silence

Don’t ask don’t tell

It is us, I and you

We define what are the

Confines or secrets

Our world is made of

Not the

Walls, Bars, norms, Religion, Preachers of the world!

(C) Juztamom

Shared with NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a golden shovel. I have used the following work by Rumi for my poem:

"Secretly we spoke,

that wise one and me.

I said, Tell me the secrets of the world.

He said, Sh... Let silence

Tell you the secrets of the world"

Some of the fellow participants:

http://janakinagraj.com/  – Janaki

http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

http://poojashridhar.blogspot.in/ – Pooja

http://andiwrite.com/ – Count

http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan

http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan

http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/– Vinay

 http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ – Preeti

http://whilethecoffeebrews.blogspot.in/- Naina