Can I borrow a couple of your moments,
Before the moon picks up its beaming glow?
Can I ask you something,
Before my winging words lose the courage
And find the floating mist in a hiding flow?
Though, a lot of things I’m dying to know,
But, a few or a couple will be just fine:
You’re so busy, and I’m in such a withering time.
All you need is to respond in just ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
Sounds so simple, aint’t it? I guess so.
I’ve got so many questions getting spiralled,
Squeezing my heart: at least I feel that way.
Do you ever feel suffocated,
With thousands of questions in a boiling bay;
Tangled and the words severed off their wings,
Before trying to fly out off their death?
And that makes me feel just out of breath…
But, can you please tell me
Before the white dove
Sails past all the seas of lives;
Before a wandering soul
Walks past all his miles..?
Suppose, there is no oxygen issue;
But still, you are feeling out of breath for someone,
Someone keeping a deafening silence.
Have you ever experienced anything like this?
Anything that way, in a camouflaged patience?
Do you ever feel
Kind of taking in a breath of peace,
With a long sigh of relief,
Just after seeing someone online-
Like discovering an island
After a series of storm in a troubled sea-
After hours of impatient attempts
To feel someone’s virtual presence:
And still without texting any single word,
Sharing just nothing,
Nothing but a bunch of frozen sighs?
Unreachable, indeed, but there is still something.
Do you ever check your WhatsApp account
Just to see the login status of someone else?
Do you ever feel the craziness,
Making you feel like a bubble
With the burden of unfathomable emptiness?
Have you ever found your feelings got stuck
In a one-way ride to the moon?
I don’t know if you ever feel the way I feel;
For anyone, ever in your
dimensional zone?
Have you ever been in a conversation
With someone, without uttering a single word,
For a soul laden with passion,
Breathing so hard to find a catharsis?
Do you believe anything like telekinesis:
Like sending the words from soul to the seas?
I wish I could send you my wingless words too;
Not the feelings, just words,
Millions of words,
As my feelings can hardly be painted with letters.
Have you ever talked to someone
Entirely in your imagination?
I call it dreamversation,
That I keep doing in my subconscious mind,
Or may be in my unconsciousness too,
With you: several times a day and at night
In my lonely leisure or whatever,
With the moon rising high
Or hiding somewhere,
With the monsoon rain
Drenching the soul of the earth
And of mine,
Or without it:
Without ever thinking the Meghbalika
I see in the canvas of my heart
Belongs to a parallel world,
And I’m just nowhere,
With all my dreamversations
Landing in a nothing-sphere.
©Atique R.