AN UNKNOWN FRIEND

On my poetry journey, when I am binding words,

And moving with distant web page seachers,

A gentle wave first stimulates my way for noticing,

And a lone follower comes to acknowledge me, coming

From a distant land, I do not know where from it is,
I find I am not falling on congested pathway, 
Some delight, some direction, some existence I feel. 

And by abbreviated name, it may be a woman or a man,

Following my poem, first on the page, no comments posted, 

And warm feeling comes in my mind, I feel 

Calm, an imagination of my lone follower I cannot describe.

My silent observer keeps deep coolness in its marrow, 

Sheltered in wonder silence to adore every word

I write when I am in mood to owe the world

Of love and sequence of random voyage

In my page, a separate chamber of poetic flame

That I try to light words with softest speaking of evolution.

And I am always there in my web page blog, keeping 

One chamber for writing and other chamber for following,  

An energy I always feel to elaborate words for attending
For good writing and keeping me enthusiastic to write more,

Writing from chamber 1 –  viewing from chamber 2

May be it is for one companion who just sits in chamber 2
And sees me like others who are prominent in using words.  

Many times, I think to know this strange observer, 

Every time, I do not reach to conclusion if I would make a stir 

To know her, and instead I love to let this observer stay

Like a special honorary person, who turns to an entropy

And energy to have a morning singing for my writing and love.