I have often wondered

I have often wondered if you read my poems with your heart or your eyes
if the margins of my pages dissolve in the eternities of your solitary skies
if my words walk hand in hand with your syllables that murmur sweet nothings
if my verses explode like landmines in the dormant regions of your head
if my punctuation pauses the rhythm of your thoughts that are vacant or dead.
I have often wondered if you read my poems with your heart or your eyes
if the meaning of my prologues and epilogues sync with the past and future of your sighs
if the passages of darkness haunt the deep dark recesses lurking in your wilderness
if my sentences collide with the reason and logic of your seasoned mind
if my paragraphs end in the parenthesis of prayers you whisper for the entire mankind.
I have often wondered if you read my poems with your heart or your eyes
if the breathlessness of my strangled voice melts in the sound of your dismal nights
if my unfulfilled dreams resound in the corridors of your endless sunrise
if my untangled tears drench the whorls of roses blooming on your brownstone
if my loneliness talks in whispers to the soft grass of your heart when you are alone.
© Jaspreet Mann