Through my days of angst
I hear you speak
at times as a pleasant whisper
or as a still voice from deep
you talk of inscrutable grasslands
and misty rain from cloud nine
they lug me up the stairs of hell
and get me going again.
Your smile is my hideaway
to it I retreat
undulating in times olden
I stay.
Taj Mahal stands bright on the table
watch on my wrist is beating
anthology of shirts in my wardrobe
quietly wait
all tokens of adulation you sent my way.
Each night, across the cavernous darkness
I elongate my hand to retrieve you
all it can clasp are letters from a lost kingdom
and pictures in the photo album.
After years, yesterday, against the rising sun
you stood a few yards from me
by the door of your stately mansion
like a fairy adorned in celestial apparel.
Behind the rolled up car window
that crossed a thousand miles
I concealed myself from you
your hubby drove to office
and you are a mother of two.
I hear you speak
at times as a pleasant whisper
or as a still voice from deep
you talk of inscrutable grasslands
and misty rain from cloud nine
they lug me up the stairs of hell
and get me going again.
Your smile is my hideaway
to it I retreat
undulating in times olden
I stay.
Taj Mahal stands bright on the table
watch on my wrist is beating
anthology of shirts in my wardrobe
quietly wait
all tokens of adulation you sent my way.
Each night, across the cavernous darkness
I elongate my hand to retrieve you
all it can clasp are letters from a lost kingdom
and pictures in the photo album.
After years, yesterday, against the rising sun
you stood a few yards from me
by the door of your stately mansion
like a fairy adorned in celestial apparel.
Behind the rolled up car window
that crossed a thousand miles
I concealed myself from you
your hubby drove to office
and you are a mother of two.
4 comments:
Intense yearning of something you cannot have I think... yearning for a woman that's forbidden, and I feel your wake up call is the fact she is indeed a mother, belonging not to just another man, but other young lives. Then I feel you did touch her, have her. Forbidden treasure made your own if only briefly.
Traveling in the present for that which is past....searching for that which was lost, only to find it "severed forever".Passionate lines and an immensely sad conclusion.
U R gooood. talented. U write about real life. U know what, it happened to me 2. when my girlfriend met me again, she is married and pregnant.
jeez! reading these lines makes me feel that I really know you personally>>>>achtung!
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