Devilio
03-19-2013, 10:22 PM
It’s long since I held those hands
Whose touch would yield-
A tempest of yearnings
Was it illusory? I ask myself
To watch the innate animate?
Like the birth of a dancing comet
From the womb of celestial dust
Wearing a spectrum of galactic clouds
That illumed into burning nebulae-
Of love, of passion
When thoughts would wobble and,
Celebrate the undying unison of hearts
Growing within and thriving like-
Daffodils in winters sprout.
Where did those birds of fortune fly to?
Does their rhapsody still reach your ears?
I wonder if they fly in pairs or alone
I know not whether they shall return
By the evening of this fugacious life
To seek the reason they left us behind
It’s long since I looked into those eyes,
Believed everything shining in them
I’d stare at them unendingly,
Unwearied, undaunted
Smiling at the way they smiled at me,
Feeling like the first time- every time
Their light- an inextinguishable fire-
Both pleasing and poignant
Though distant in time and space,
The way you beheld me
With your half-closed eyes
Made a filigree of trust on me
The way you’d vacillate between-
Looking at me and hiding
Were I too far or were I nigh?
What turned me into a canard?
Read out to you by the universe
Did my absence make a whit?
Were never my words redolent of truth?
Wafting across your feelings
Were not my songs a nostrum?
In times of glumness and despair
I can imagine you reading this
With doubtful yet gullible sight
As if overwhelmed by the happening
On the exterior and deep within
With a concealed fear, that
I still do exist somewhere around
Tending to your unspoken wishes
If not in form; may be in fiction
Whose touch would yield-
A tempest of yearnings
Was it illusory? I ask myself
To watch the innate animate?
Like the birth of a dancing comet
From the womb of celestial dust
Wearing a spectrum of galactic clouds
That illumed into burning nebulae-
Of love, of passion
When thoughts would wobble and,
Celebrate the undying unison of hearts
Growing within and thriving like-
Daffodils in winters sprout.
Where did those birds of fortune fly to?
Does their rhapsody still reach your ears?
I wonder if they fly in pairs or alone
I know not whether they shall return
By the evening of this fugacious life
To seek the reason they left us behind
It’s long since I looked into those eyes,
Believed everything shining in them
I’d stare at them unendingly,
Unwearied, undaunted
Smiling at the way they smiled at me,
Feeling like the first time- every time
Their light- an inextinguishable fire-
Both pleasing and poignant
Though distant in time and space,
The way you beheld me
With your half-closed eyes
Made a filigree of trust on me
The way you’d vacillate between-
Looking at me and hiding
Were I too far or were I nigh?
What turned me into a canard?
Read out to you by the universe
Did my absence make a whit?
Were never my words redolent of truth?
Wafting across your feelings
Were not my songs a nostrum?
In times of glumness and despair
I can imagine you reading this
With doubtful yet gullible sight
As if overwhelmed by the happening
On the exterior and deep within
With a concealed fear, that
I still do exist somewhere around
Tending to your unspoken wishes
If not in form; may be in fiction