Thursday, 19 April 2012

O DEAR LOVER ……


Do you know your absence
Keeps me mortgaged in low mood?
I am looking for little girl’s image,
That you once created in my mind,
That has not vanished from my vision,
Thousand times worthy singing,
I do not forget your first breath taking in my arm.

Then I write an e-mail to you:

LOVE ONCE ADMIRED

Once we have travelled in cycles,
Those are calls from distance, over phones,
We are in feeling with no bad feeding
With initiation we go in thirst of souls,
From points of beginning and position,
Excitement, like food and enrolment,
As if islands are getting close
As shifting of geo-plates inevitable in quacks,
And we are then connoisseurs of love
That goes on holding frays of shimmering.

You should know that I do not get the job
As I am not up to the mark as they need more,
I try to forget chilled moments that you gave me,
I do not reserve offering of our floating in night time,
Or from the house of versions and sparkles of sensation,
Eagle snatching is not my attempt for love,
I am unemployed since then.

I add again in my e-mail to you:

Now we are separate membrane,
Promoters and responses are getting dull,
With eyes and limbs getting down flame,
All light engages goes hiding revels,
We are clogged in raw sentiments
Dialing tones are not heard
As web page is not getting updated
So long we are on the different shores,
Distance is romantic moments,
As if our house has no furniture to fill space.
The earth has the beauty to be remembered,
With the kitchen that brings cooked food,
Sentencing with love, it is like losing
The colored painting with white washes,
The steel door is broken for not maintaining it,
We are deeply offended in the questioning,
And essence of our love and acquaintance,
Gets fluent of neglect as if we are no where
In the stimulation, that is once our spontaneity.

You should have know that time,
I only remember you as you are my vibrant blues,
I remember the dress you wear first in yellow hue,
When your mom does rebuke you to be window,
To feel a man with sharing fingers,
In the battle of lose and choose of partner,
As I am vagabond on the way of sojourn,
My life is like pebbles, none to pick them up.
That time you are outspoken on me,
As a man of essence to feel your heart,
I feel no frustration with you in the hood,  
When you come down heavily on my body,
With your sharp wits, the vehemence you trust,

I write another stanza of poem in my e-mail:

One day it is good to know love once admired
May have disastrous stepping
When we are not in touch with regular joys,
Where daunting travel gives link cut of source
We have learnt it to hold in sharing of love in pleasing form.

In the midst of love that is worth and waste to me
I now feel your absence, a pain of losing sea bird buoyancy
The life is form of nostalgic reminiscence all the rest time.


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