Thursday, 7 October 2010
A Poem !
O’ my sweetheart!
Take away from me the thought of separation under your black magic, and let me see
The places with you
That lies ahead on the road
Of love and longing.
What is left over for us in a land of sorrows?
Our stories eulogize the traitors
Our souls are dry with apathy
Our houses washed away with flood
The living bodies that you see walking on the streets, they don’t exist!
They have deep holes in them!
So, O’ you my Love! When you come!
You don’t need to be scared of anything
You won’t require a gentle knock or a bang on my heart’s door either!
All you need is to come like a light wind
with a soft music!
And when you come
Don’t you ever sing the songs of separation to me
With the wild beat of sarcasm
or dance of agony , as
I won't hear those from you, my love!
And don’t you scare or worry about me either!
As I won’t swallow your magic with my emptiness.
I would brace my body against you
And would prefer
Inside the sound
Of your light silence
Like a child of war!