That thing called love!
Strolling in these crowded streets
Wandering through memories
The tune of love within
Subdues all those without
Angst filled void around
Unmindful pain – baffling and novel
See that familiar face around – no surprise
People are but objects reflecting the mind
Unbeknownst – love struck me
And now I am clearly unsure
What joy, what pain – what more?
They say its fatal – but its poetry obscure.
The emotional dissonance – is that right?
A void that is tediously strong
How do I speak my mind – confess the love
I fear end would win me over, before long.
Gap – the gap – this gap between…
Would cocoon worlds' entirety
The gap between the lips, longer still
If sealed, once sealed – chime unity
I could sing ballads of love
But I am a lifetime shy to be a poet
I speak my plight in vain hope
Of being one – with you, just for a moment
Virtues will be restored
And boons have been bestowed
If the night unfolds with you beside me,
- My man of gold!
1 comment:
loved "*lifetime shy* to be a poet" and "night unfolds with you beside me"; a bit surprised by the ending word (vaishax ending a poem with something that glitters?)
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