I can see you with my eyes closed;
I can see you with my senses dozed;
I can feel you with the weakest beat of my heart;
I can feel you even with my mind forced to shut.
And my insolent eyes still keep searching you
In the crowd or in silence,
In my helpless impatience;
In the chaos or in emptiness,
In my harbored loneliness…
Once I saw you in black
And you were looking stunning.
The other day you were in pink
And suddenly I knew
Why roses were so mind-blowing.
I saw you in red, blue, white, green,
And many other colors-to me unknown;
And I kept feeling the autumn calm or spring within,
Sometimes tornado and some other times cyclone.
Hundreds of such images are there in my heart or
somewhere,
And I can keep shuffling them one after the other.
And I still want to see you in red, blue, pink or
green
To feel the flow of jasmine or the nor’wester
For a million more times by a timeless ocean…
I watch my heart falling to pieces
In the break of every single dawn.
I see my winging dreams crashing
With my befooling imagination.
I see your nonchalant look
Doesn’t seem to know me anymore.
I see your magical eyes going far and far,
Though close like a Moon; yet nowhere near;
And still I wanna dream you in the Sun
With the sweats of a searing summer noon;
And still I wanna fall for you a thousand more times
With the glowing hopes of every new Moon.
Still I wanna love you with a maddening obsession,
And a passion going beyond every reason,
And I still want to love you, dear,
With my eyes taking in the whole monsoon.
©Atique R.
