All The Doors

Of all the doors,
You are the one who beckoned me.
I stood there, staring at you
Contemplating the silent view.
I could hear the voices
I could smell the fragrance
I could feel the living
Was it that I incarnated there
With my kin and kith that cared?
Will that be the romance
Or, will that be the first touch?
What could be the pull
That I couldn’t travel past this?
Of all the doors,
You are the one who beckoned me.

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Gaana Rupini

Gaana Rupini is a mother of five years old kid. She has a Masters in Social Work and worked as a social worker.
She has always been a seeker, nature lover, art enthusiast lover and a humanitarian. She loves to learn languages and likes the way great writers and poets handle it.She says she writes mostly about love lust and divinity.