Sunday, April 26, 2009

All That Matters


I held you in my arms
As we watched the last plane take off...
From the lonely airport
And in my embrace lay hidden…
A thousand words of hope…
For your future

And as we woke up early
To welcome the white steeds of the Sun
I held you in my eyes
And in my gaze
Lay a thousand apologies
For the unkempt promises

I had discovered you
At the end of a journey
As you entered my life
Like a gust of wind…
In this sweltering heat
And made me smile again…

But, the relentless Sun glared down…
And sucked your kisses out of me
Leaving me dry and lifeless
And, though I feel you in my arms
I am blinded by the sun
And can’t see your smile

Nothing is as bleak as the future
Except maybe for the past
And, I lie content in your arms
In the cool shade of our present
As the world burns
In the merciless heat waves

Is it Nature…
Or the fire within?
As, I burn the question haunts me…
Yet, under the bough of the gaunt mango tree
You are still here in my arms
And that’s all that matters in the end.


Note: This poem owes a lot to the conversation I had with a friend of mine. So, I dedicate this to her and her gift.

4 comments:

Aaratrika said...

this is a poem very simply written....it seems to be really spontaneous....that is why it is really touching. the pain of separation from someone close is clearly evident. the feelings are conspicuous...

semanti said...

wowwwwwwwww...............superb........wonderful to feel love even in the dry summer heat.........

Apeksha said...

For once you have come down to your emotions with simpler terms....I finally feel that there is a remote probability that i could be your sis because you could be simple [even though its a rarity]Its gorgeous...those lines...
"I am blinded by the sun
And can’t see your smile" and
"Nothing is as bleak as the future
Except maybe for the past" are way too beautiful....you are an artist whose work is very difficult to describe in words....you are better off with emotions....keep writing

Honeybee said...

No matter where life takes you, no matter how weak or rigid you become with age, dont pause writing...even if people you wish would read your poems are tired by them, for the sweetest songs are those...