Vyapti's Dreamland - Page 40

Amazing words, love it! <3

A celebration of love

It looks like a desperate need for comfort that had been battling in the heart for a long time suddenly burst forth with happiness's powerful presence.

Nice poem Nibedita.

I touch what I shouldn't touch,

And I take your name.

I do what I shouldn't do,

And I take your name.

Love? No Dear, no.

I take no delight in you,

I take no delight in your name.

Who gave me to you

When I didn't even learn to

Utter a syllable?

Who had the right to?

You have not come,

You will not come,

You need not come,

You should not come;

I am too small in front of you.

I should not desire,

You are against desire,

I have learnt.

Yet desire rends me

From the core of my being

Seeing beautiful figures,

Beautiful voices, beautiful works.

I never wanted to be disloyal but

Every moment of my life

Desire mocks me

That I am disloyal to you.

As twilight smears my youth with red,

Today for the first time

And perhaps the last time

I take your name.

I open my lips,

I touch your name with my tongue,

I soak your name

With the very desire you are against.

I mark myself

With infidelity beyond redemption.

That is my revenge on you

For ruining my life,

You crooked lover of prosperity!

You expressed the desire, the reluctance, the love and the longing and finally the anger in a beautiful way. Each word you choose to express in your poem has multiple meanings, that always increases the inquisitiveness of every reader, Vyapti.

Thank you so much Dear Madhuri . 💚

"If I support this side

That side gets displeased,

If I support that side

This side gets displeased.",

You had once said,

Hadn't you?

Timeless, quite timeless!

Timeless like failure, death, destruction,

Like vulnerability of the invulnerable.

Like the island of life surviving

In spite of being surrounded

By the ocean of death.

Like the naughtiness of childhood

Matures into a torn sensitive heart that

Asks, "When will this end?",

And some hearts never quite mature into

"It will never end and still we act.".

Does an unseen river of blood and tear

Run in the lap of your steadfast heart,

Oh mountain!

Or is it my tears that show me the illusion

Of your tears?

What I perceive is my truth.

In the light of that truth

My tears see a mirror in your tears.

Then sleep comes,

Places its hand on my fevered forehead

And calms me down.