When nobody else is home, hold my hand …
And it all started that way
And it all started that way
in secret
inside the dark
when no one was around
when no one could see.
Those beautiful promises,
that deep ‘forever’ tone
all, away from the world’s eye
and no one should know.
A rare bond of love,
Strong as the morning Sunrise
but to be hidden as a nasty family secret;
A relation vibrant as rainbow
but like those kitchen cockroaches
that hide in every nook and corner of the drawer and the drain
and scurry out powerfully in the darkness of the night.
We collected each other’s shoulders, knees, palms, eyelashes;
In those fleeting moments
we collected them and tried to build an orchid
in which we tried to grow in,
molding each other, like an ivy wrapping
but there was no Sun-ray, it was already the dusk;
so, we could never fit in like that unsolved jigsaw .
And people say love is beautiful. It is divine. It's the truth!
Strange! 
10 comments:
well, you have me questioning now...ha...love is not easy and sometimes i guess it doesnt work no matter how hard we try...
A poem expressing the many facets of love. Beautifully told.
We collected each other’s shoulders, knees, palms, eyelashes;
In those fleeting moments
we collected them and tried to build an orchid
in which we tried to grow in,
molding each other, like an ivy wrapping
but there was no Sun-ray, it was already the dusk....wow some great lines my friend. Sad when love has to be held like a secret...and love is divine when we are lucky.
I know what it's like to be in a secret relationship. Looking back i wish mine saw the light of the day. Eventually the secrecy collapsed upon us and it became too much in the end. You captured that feeling so well.
Back for another read, Moon........first time through *I wasnt sure how to comment, as wondered at the kind of love being described.......a confusing kind of love, which plays havoc with one's heart. Beautifully written.
I hope that 'rare bond of love' shatters darkness into pieces and ushers in stream of light...nicely
done...
May be I was just thinking of different shades of Love ... and my melancholic nature invariably takes me to the darker aspects of it :-) ... and also, I guess, it is a little culture specific ... in India even in this post modern era 'love' is always not beautiful and welcome ... even today 'honor killings' happen ... so people need to love in secret ... and of course there are these illegal love etc which happens but should not ...
There truly is nothing sadder than a deep bond of love misinterpreted as a "nasty family secret" to be hidden away.
For isn't love the most powerful and precious of all emotions?
So how is it that society so often imposes the most impossible conditions on it's fulfillment?
I, too, have been in a secret relationship...the pain and frustration will remain with me forever.
You have captured this dreadful suffering so eloquently here.
Your poem is both sad and haunting :)
Beautifully poignant - a brilliant write with wonderfully rich phrases Moon :)
for whatever reasons these moments are fleeting moments..!!
better to glow n flow n bloom when they come :P
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