In the threads of meaningless conversations, words
How are you? .. and Are you okay?
A deeper thread hidden entwined in unsaid words
It really says..
That with you, I am okay..
Goodnight and Hello.. trivial words..
Meaningless sounds.. to fit in the norm..ok?
Carrying endless waves of love..unexplained in words
It really says..
That with you, we are okay
I am but clay in your hands.. My master potter
Mould and pat me to the shape ..the softness you desire,
Pliable …surrendering to the powerful hands of my potter
Whither it is joy or pain , your will… my desire
Hold me, work me. spin me in your destiny wheel
Till my muddy muddled mind becomes all heart
Bake me in thy heat, where your warmth I feel
Till I willingly set to the shape of your heart
Please.. is all I have to say ..as I feel