Your absence
is like a vast presence;
like the sky,
Pervading and high,--
the endless canvas of one
overarching attachment
in which minor attachments,
desires and little heartbreaks
drift like tiny clouds,
The floating signs
of all lesser attachments,
They spring up,
float and drift away,
As if these are your offspings,
You the queen attachment,
The vast sky;
the great emptiness
that remains despite all attempts
to fill it with multiple rainbows.
We have broken limbs
in our soul,
We are always looking
for a cast and sling
in the form of
special people in life,--
family, friends, lovers,
The cushion support,
The eternal need for soft bonds
to deal with stony realities.
It’s only about putting stitches
on the gaping wound,
rebuilding the broken walls;
hiding the tears behind a smile;
and trying to convince oneself
that all is well,
And keep believing in hope and life
despite the creeping shadows of
death, disorder, pain and suffering.
You arrive at her door
and it’s like
a fresh whiff of air,
You leave feeling
her sad sigh on your back.
Then there is a mysterious
realignment in her heart,
And neither your arrival
nor your departure
holds and significance
like it did earlier.
Her smile giving a voice
to his rainbow of emotions,
No wonder,
those were
his most lively moments.
Heart is the master transformer,
Today it’s a scented flower for someone,
But tomorrow it might be
a stone for that very same person.
Infatuation is a sweet infection,
She getting under your skin,
A sweetly itching bug,
Tingling your skin
to make you feel her presence,--
almost continuously,
The heady, rich scent of her memories
rushing in like luscious spring
after snowy, barren, frozen months.
The heart expanded with love,
Blossomed like a flower,--
an orchard where
the scented flowers of her smiles
kissed the dewy diamonds;
where the ripe fruits of her kisses
dangle with the juicy prospects of
sight, touch, taste, delicious smell.
Her absence
weighing with a heavy presence,
Her smile
spreading the message of love and beauty,
You feel walled in,
sheltered, protected, safe,
Like you are in a rock fort
in her mushy, soft, warm embrace,
Separated and segregated
from the chaos of life.
A beautiful prison
where the love-chained prisoner
becomes a canvas for the
unplanned strokes of nature
weaving a magic,
Painting his own lush and vibrant
image of paradise,
Shaping all pains into hope,
All this while, her image
sweetly dodging
across the chaos of his mind.
