Friday, May 27, 2016

I was lost

I was lost in the night
not knowing where
I had been all while
There were colours
fragrances all around
when beloved walked
ignoring the crowd

The wind stopped
so did my breath
to watch love glide
through the sea
making way into
the hearts of all

AH!, Ah! what sight,
what a sight was that
there was stillness
with the glide of love
walking across crowd
yet standing out

Then, I breathed again
what fragrance was that
what a fragrance that; my
beloved had left for all
to soak and be intoxicated
through the night of love



Wednesday, May 25, 2016

I am not going to ask

Now you can carry on ahead
without my constant gaze
following you at every step

I am not going to ask you
to hug me again when I
feel down, sad and lonely

I am not going to ask you
to sit besides me in the day
and let me feel your presence

I am not going to ask you
to stop for me or ask you
to be by my side in dreams

I am not going to forget you
ever, yet am going to move on
with your presence in my heart

Cause, without your existence
I cannot exist here, on earth
I cannot breathe the air,
that has no fragrance of yours
I cannot have a heart beat
without your presence in it

Yet, I am not going to call you
for, I can only call when you are
far, but how do I call someone

who, is within me, my heart?

Saturday, May 21, 2016

I did seek you

essence of your love grows in me
through the old vines that grow
and cover me from my two limbs
onto my stomach covering all
of my hands and face and head
leaving just the eyelids and
this little nose to keep looking
for your resemblance and for
your fragrance in this air

I did seek you before summers
and before the bloom withered
I did seek you before winters
and before the monsoons watered
I did seek you for seasons before
and for the months endlessly
I did seek you for years now
endlessly through these moments
that were etched in my memory

And now in those faint memories
I do not remember the street,
I do not remember the city
but I do remember your face
your face with hidden sorrow,
and the small joys of the world
that you carried with you always
as a child, holding onto the good
and the bad the world gave you
before you and I had ever met.