Holding your Hands
Holding your hands in my hands
I feel a sense of you being mine.
A fire lit in me keeps me awake.
In the crimson flames my desire
For you is intensely ablaze
And I long to meet you at midnight,
To drink to the garden of my dreams,
Then go out boating on the sea
On a moonless night which will bask
In the glow of your smiling eyes.
We will both leisurely row the boat,
And once the night bends into dawn
And into its seamless echo of purity,
I will take a vow holding your hands
That my love is yours for you to hold
And that yours from today will be mine,
As we continue to row our boat of love
Beyond the bend of dawn into the day
And into the sea of days beyond.
Melting of Resentments
My efforts have not thriven
In distancing me from her,
Ever since, in my bubble,
She has left me after a row.
Its soreness echoes in me
And swallows me in its pain.
Obscurity is the space I live in
And shuttered are the windows.
Still, I feel a nuance of ease
As I lack the fearless courage
To see myself and unroll my soul
In the light of a devouring day.
Fixed are my empty eyes
On the wooden entrance door,
Waiting for her to ring the bell
Which might resonate in me
And perhaps loosen a screw
That will help a window fly open.
Alas, loneliness is a strain
That a life in power cultivates.
While the clout is in hand,
Arrogance shines like a star.
How to handle the climb-downs?
Life does not offer these lessons.
Awash in my past, I could see
In the dim light enlightening
The frailty of my love
And her silent sleepless nights,
And the glaciers of resentments
I had stored melted away.
As the intense waves to reconcile
Swept the ocean of my heart
I rushed to pick up my phone.
The stream of love was in flow,
But the phone rang, and it was she
At the other end of the line.
Blending with the Melody
Love is a glass full of sorrows
That has layers of nightmares.
Blessed is the one who dreams it
And sees a devil in an angelic charm.
Condemned is the one who drinks it
As it hammers away at his coolness.
Still, a life without love's shadow –
What sense does it make to be alive?
A rose plant without a rose –
What senselessness would it be?
Preciousness needs ingrained repellents
To protect itself from the revelers.
Love has its thorns, so has the rose.
Love has its colors, so has the rose.
Love has its fragrance, so has the rose.
Love and rose are both gifts divine,
A curse weird: while love is blind
The rose has a blind shield.
Wine has its docility and musicality
And has its part of acidity and naivety.
Sporting fearlessly his love, a wine lover
Drinks cheerfully the sweet with the sour.
So does the lover—the more love he drinks
The more he blends with its melody.
A Valiant Dreamer
A dreamer, valiant and visionary,
And a lover, vain and wasted.
To me, life is a carcass of sound waves
Gleaming through its uneven tides.
Struck by love’s rich soundscape —
My only escape to a leisurely bliss,
I have rolled out reams in trance
On afflictions and hauntings
Of the unfulfilled love
That resides in this lover’s heart.
A poet in misery, yet celebrated
For his musings of love,
I have filled millions of hearts
In reverence with my verses,
Though none will ever know
The streams of tears I have shed
While composing these landscapes
Of nuanced emotions,
Which come alive in my eyes
In all their fire and texture
As they flood their way
Through storms and rivers
Welling up in the core of my heart.
As each shade of emotion
Flirts with the one adjacent,
The repressed in me lives
In the arms of vanishing stars.
The choreographer of words
That I am, I let them free
To express on their own
And dance in the arms of my fantasy
Until the dawn flies in,
Waking me from my dreams.
Eternal Embrace
When I met you for the first time
In a rose garden down the road
You were dancing with joy,
In slow motion, eyes closed,
To the rhythm of sleek music
Orchestrated by the vibes
In shifting tides, pumping your heart.
Engrossed in my solitude
But uplifted by the fireworks
At play in front of me, my gaze
Transfigured with tenderness
Swayed over you,
Soaking in intoxication,
Strange and spiritual,
All owed to you.
Suddenly, you opened your eyes.
The narrative veered.
The heavens opened literally
As you sprang into my arms
And I hugged you warmly.
The stars twinkled
And the moon shone
As a long shear of light blew across
This lonely cosmic landscape,
Freezing us into our eternal embrace.
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