Dear engaging vines
Of love,
How softly you’ve drawn
Me in.
Your tangled web of spaces,
The only silence
Amongst the chaotic sounds.
Dear engaging vines
Of love,
How sweetly you have me
Entrapped-
Lost beneath the feel of
Your breath against
The still of dawn.
Lost among the thoughtless,
Bringing me back to
Spaces in between,
beneath the whispers
Of forever,
Foregoing the sadness of
Reality for your warmth.
Dear engaging vines
Of hope and of joy
And if love,
Quietly I whisper-a
Sounding knell beckons-
Running for cover as I
fall-
Dear engaging vines
Of love,
Lost amongst the trees,
Of hate,
Wind yourself once more
Around my heart,
Refuse to fade..
Rhea Dhanbhoora has been writing since childhood, has published a book of poems (Poetry Through Time, published by English Edition in 2003) and is currently a Literature student, writing features as part of a full-time job. She can’t imagine a life without writing and one day hopes to be able to live and breathe off the words, preferably in an idyllic country setting somewhere. Food, music, reading and travel are high up there on the list of things she loves reading and writing about. Writing to her is, like life itself, an adventure – a journey to find her place, to define and redefine who she is over and over again and to live and learn through the process.