Thursday, April 22, 2010

For the love of a young monk .....

I have tried for long to
capture you in words,
within the periphery of my poetry
but each time
synonyms and metaphors
fall short;
the alliterations ring hollow and
my tryst with poesy
sounds as concave as all those times
when I would put a dislodged forlorn eyelash
on my palm and blow it to the wide
with a secret dream;
for you are vaster than my imagination
loftier than my longing
to be-shackle you
within the perishable boundaries;
for you are my azure sky and you are
my eternity!

My words breathe oxygen
and ooze out blood
but your silence more poignant
in its depth, speaking volumes
and I lose myself completely
in your compelling wordless ness!
And when you talk for hours together
with all your passionate ideologies,
I would again be lost in the
silent love making of your eyes!

Even when alone, you
rouse a multitude all around me,
and being in a crowd, you
carve a private space
intimate and distance-dissolving.
Every time I long to hold
your pain in my palm
like a precious pearl
with all my reverence,
but it rained last night
and you had allowed the divine power
to fill in your void and
I fall in love
for your sense of equilibrium.

I see the burning desire in your eyes
and my limbs melt like spent wax,
I remain caught in that boyish charm of your
sparkling white laughter for thousand years.
I want to touch your chest
with trembling fingers, I would be fascinated
by that dimpled grove beside your lips
and would yearn to escape and hide behind
the strength of your arms forever;
yet with an easy nonchalance you
rise above, and urge me to lift my soul
far beyond,
and I comprehend a connection,
a bond with you not just for future
but one that started earlier than the past,
before birth and
even before the death.

My young monk, you come to me
with your melted bronze eyes
and I discard obligation, familial ties
like a pair of torn and tattered old shoes.
I begin to breathe you in my lung,
I begin to have you in my pulsating veins
I begin to throb you in my beating heart
I do not love you yet I begin to live you
in my life!


Shashi Kalyani said...

Thatz more than just love.....

Celestial Dreamz said...

yes Shashi .. it indeed is more than just love .. thank you for the read.

Morning said...

well expressed emotions.
love your imaginations demonstrated here.

Happy Potluck!


Words Asunder said...

this speaks very loud heartfelt words..well written and emotional.

magdalenahermanstories said...

Great fascination depicted here... Love the way you started this one: 'I have tried for long to
capture you in words...'
so poetical!

Celestial Dreamz said...

Morning, Words Asunder, magdalenahermanstories, thank you all.

Shashi said...

Beautiful work and I enjoyed it a lot.. thanks for sharing...

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

fiveloaf said...

your command of english is wow! i needed to improve mine haha- here's my potluck..

Jingle said...

Hello, Thanks for the love to Poetry Potluck! You Rock!

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