Saturday, April 16, 2011


 I would be gone
to let you be free.

And I would be gone
to let you be free;
I would be lost
among endless existence,
in the hustle bustle of a metropolis,
never to cross your way again.

But mind you,
I have planted my love in your backyard;
soon it would have firm and deep roots,
its dense leaves everywhere to be seen.
I have written a poem of life for you,
tucked unsuspecting among the folds
of your rain coated mornings;
a silver dipped moonlit night
and all sorts of trivialities
placed inadvertently,
here and there.
Laughter a few,
the silent painting on the wall,
a paralyzing pause that
 once was winged with desire. 

I will linger on you as a memory;
I have set my soul on your thoughts;
all will keep you awake in the nights,
in your smiling eyes a strange wetness will drift.


Rose said...

A delightful piece confirming that people leave but memories of love still linger on to haunt you with invisible bonds. I've planted my love in your backyard ... very good one that:)

ayala said...

This is gorgeous!!!!!

Andy said...

Very touching. Really enjoyed this.

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

Beautiful piece... Love it when you wrote about planted the love in the backyard...

In my eyes, your poem is very expressed about my current state of 'letting go'... :)

Vivek Nanda said...

Nice, very well expressed.

Shauna said...

Dear Dream, this is a lovely
love letter. You have a stunning
way with romantic poetry.

Kim Nelson said...