My Tell-Tale Love

 

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 a tornado and some other times a cyclone.

Hundreds of such images are there in my heart or somewhere,

And I can keep shuffling them one after the other.

And still, I 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 sweat 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.