Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Distant longing

The day brings with it
a pal of gloom, that only
my heart can feel and 
my eyes can see through

She is far from me, and 
there is nothing more 
to this, than the distance
that, separates our lands

I wake in the morning,
thinking of her waiting,
to hear from her now,
and the day ends waiting

I don't know how or since
when, I started to long her
and waited for her absence
to take me, my mind over

I don't wait for her skin
nor for her face or hair
or any other parts of hers
except arms to embrace

My love for her has no
beginning nor an end 
it lives endless in these
moments that pass without

My love for her will wait
even after she is past
her prime and is growing
old with each passing day

My love for her will wait
for us to sit down, next 
to each other, holding 
our hands and talking

Till then my heart suffers
through these days of
gloom; sorrow of being
in love with distant soul

Sunday, July 16, 2017

longing

I live in your longing
hoping to see you again
across the oceans and
lands that separate us

I live in an autumn
whilst you are in spring
we we wait endlessly
for two seasons to meet

I see dark sky of south
while you stare at north
sky wondering why you
do not see the same stars

I seek your fragrance
in the winds that blow
from a direction away
from your lovely adobe

I seek your sight in the
expanse of the sky and
in the depths of the ocean
which have never seen you

I hear your beats when
I close my eye lids, even
for those fleeting moments
hence I can no longer sleep

I seek your resemblance in
this blossoming spring
not knowing that spring had
tried to ape you for years

I wait for your voice, your
sweet lovely voice only
to be told by passing air
that she is heading toward you

I ask the migrating cranes
if they have a glimpse of you
and they tell me, they are yet
to reach your town on the way

I ask the sun, if it can tell
me how you were today
it tells me that its yet
to break over your horizon

I ask the moon if it can tell
me how you looked in your home
the night before and moon says,
it was blinded by your radiance

I ask the moon then to carry my
love to you and convey the
same to you at your doorsteps
when it gets to see you again

The moon tells me it cannot
for the moon is afraid of
falling in love with you and
suffer in your longing too.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Spring is now

Spring is now and you 
make me wait till summers

All gardens are in bloom
with colors and fragrance
your youth is at its glory
showing off its pride
yet you make me wait
to see these joys of youth
to an aged hot summer
which is wrinkled and
about to lose its shine
to the scorching sun of
hottest months of year

The water is fresh
cold and filled with
melting ice from north
yet you refuse to come
out and meet me here
and send a message to
meet me down south
where no rivers reach
along a rough sea
that is raging with 
fury of past beatings

it took from the waves

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Spring and sea

Let us go where
earth is bearing
greens and bloom
of a new spring

On the paths where
cherries blossom
and earth smiles
and sights awesome

Let us go where
the sea meets the sun
and expanse invites
for our souls to be one

Where the water
of the sea is cold
yet the sand lets us
put dreams in mold

Let us go where
the birds are waiting
for another few suns
before migratory lading

as the young ones
get new wings to test
for the long flight
back home for best

Let us go where
you and I have to meet
across stars and rainbows
for angle love to greet

Where numerous stars
of the distant milky way
descent up on us in night
hearing all nothings we say

Sunday, January 22, 2017

may be this longing

Love, I waited for you
from amidst falling leaves
of a southern autumn
to the cold dry windy
bursts of winter winds
I waited for you through
the pre-vernal leaves
and amidst the blossoms
of the colorful spring
through harsh summers
and then cried in the
wet, rainy monsoons
and yet all I had was
this wait of yours.

May be this longing
was destined for me
across seasons, months
through countless years
that I have been away
from your loveliness
May be this longing
was destined for me
to make the meeting
between the two souls
sweater when it happens
and for me to sustain life
after you are gone once again.