I haven’t seen you for quite a long time:
Seems like a couple of decades
Have gone by
Since that sinking afternoon
In a shadowed light.
Or it was at the end of my earlier life
I abandoned a century ago
With an adoring plight.
I can recall the look
I got my heart drowned in
For the last time.
It was a hot summer day
At the middle of the year
With the splashes of a derailed monsoon,
Taking a break somewhere near.
And you were in black with the beauty,
Sparkling enough to ignite
My bohemian fervor.
However; I can see you more often now
Better than those wayward days
When I kept squandering my dreams
In search of your late autumn eyes.
And I still talk to you a lot
In the carefully woven layers
Of my flowing dreams;
Like I was talking to you
In the last light year
While picking up some drops of moon
Splattered carelessly in a flooded sphere.
Like you asked me:
-What do you want?
-I don't know.
May be a ride with you,
On a train...
-Where?
-Heading for somewhere
In the monsoon, full of rains,
Passing through the woods
And the windy ways
Along a forest mountain...
Ah! The vision of a lovely mountain
With a stream to dive in, flung open
And I shut my eyes to make a short tour
Through my happy-go-lucky layer.
But the maddening look beat that
Once again to take me back to the eyes
I ever care.
-And then?
-I'll not sit beside you,
But the one facing you,
Beside the window,
Straight to your eyes.
-Why?
-I want to look into the Blue Ocean
In your eyes,
To dive deep down the beauty
And to see the reason
Behind my soul erosion...
And then the Moon went into hiding
Under the winging petals of clouds,
Forcing me to crash-land
Onto the melting darkness.
But, it’s just what I love to swim across
With all my flowing dreams in a mess…
© Atique R.
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