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Love’s Resignation

When it’s day,

It’s easy to make

A mockery of darkness

It’s easy to tell the sun

To hide its rays

We tell ourselves:

We’d feel through the darkness

And find a way

 

The sun smiles on

With no response

It has watched for eons

The disillusionment of lovers

And heard from a distance

Their mortal midnight moans

Which somehow when it’s day,

Becloud their sense of reasoning

 

Darkness hears its name

In honey-dipped promises

Of infatuated hearts

It descends…unexpected…

Not as dusk though

Nor as clouds at a breeding storm

But as an eclipse,

Right in the middle of noon

 

Indeed we grope and find a way

But out of the places

We promised we’d stay

Swearing “Never again”

How many broken bottles

Can our feet take?

How many more walls

To stumble in before it is day?

Posted in Poetry

For My Lover

Beneath your black sweats and blue jean,

What is it you hide?

I know deceit is not your intent

But sure there must be scars:

Those long sustained and freshly made

Those wholly healed and partly so

 

If someday beneath those sheets

I stroked that spot a bit too hard

Will blood spill in trickles or gushes?

Will you pour curses on my passion?

Or discern you’d never healed?

 

In your sugar-coated lines,

I hear the poetry of unrequited love

In the cackles of your laughter,

I hear the distant cries of betrayal’s sting

And sometimes when you smile, fear invades your eyes

Your gestures humming the sound- “Don’t leave me this time”

 

I love you anyway

With every beat of my heart

With every hidden crevice

And all the broken pieces

Tomorrow when amidst kind stares

We exchange the golden circles

You’d be more than a husband

More than a lover and partner

More than a confidant and my private clown

YOU’D BE THE PARTS OF ME I CANNOT FIND

YOU’D BE EVERYTHING I LOVE BUT CANNOT BE