Waiting
On a chilly winter night
While I was sleeping
You touched me.
I woke up
Could not find you anywhere.
But the touch
The strong touch was still there.
The room was dark
The red hued indicator light
Was creating enchantment.
Everyone was asleep beside me.
Could not find the source.
Your portrait?
The mosquito net?
The wall of the room?
The reddish light?
The silence of the night?
The stars that I gazed before sleeping?
The romantic songs I heard?
My nerves?
My imagination?
The stories I heard?
My longing for love?
For understanding?
For forgiveness?
How can it happen with me?
But the touch was there.
Undeniable, unquestionable.
The twenty one year old
Suddenly felt that
She is not a burden.
She knew that
It will not last.
Please do not leave me
She said.
Take anything
But please do not leave.
She fell asleep
Woke up in the morning.
The touch was not there.
It changed its form
And became a wait
A wait for the elusive touch.
Beautiful poems Vyapti!
All have a very deep meaning and are really heart-touching....
Will love to read more!
What If
I called you a loser
I felt guilty.
What I did not realize
Was that
It was a shrill mourning at your loss.
I always wanted to be defeated by you.
A defeat to the point of no return
Turbulent waves passing over a still heart
A river washing my hairs
Caressing my forehead
Raindrops dancing without a sign of me
A kinetic fountain converging into my eyes.
I want to die today
This moment
This midnight.
What if tomorrow reality jolts me again
Into bitterness
What if the real and imaginary
Do not complement each other
What if?
The ceiling fan is rotating above me
Or the fourth dimension
Where everything is in its own place?
I will not be able to adjust
I thought.
For how long was I crying?
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The voice of a child wept
"Do not get afraid
Do you really want to insult me
So much?"
A child whose honour
Depends on me.
His tears were telling me
"Narrow minded people
Are not even worth the dust of your feet."
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But who was the child?
Truth?
Sense of responsibility?
People who loved me?
Or the child
Whom I did not notice then
Who used to find
All such things
Hilarious?
Beauty
I want to spend time with you.
A moment.
A lake
A lone teardrop falling on that,
Water spluttering
Like a flower.
For how long have not I slept?
I want to sleep
With my head resting on your lap
Your braid brushing my cheeks
You playing with my locks.
You adorning me with the flower ornaments
Adorning you.
My lips turning red
Like yours.
I want to spend time with you
A moment
A moment lasting till eternity.
A wave of peace passing through
My veins
Calming me down
Forever.
Edited by vyapti - 3 years agoBeauty
I want to spend time with you.
A moment.
A lake
A lone teardrop falling on that,
Water spluttering
Like a flower.
For how long have not I slept?
I want to sleep
With my head resting on your lap
Your braid brushing my cheeks
You playing with my locks.
You adorning me with the flower ornaments
Adorning you.
My lips turning red
Like yours.
I want to spend time with you
A moment
A moment lasting till eternity.
A wave of peace passing through
My veins
Calming me down
Forever.
Artist
"Beauty is yours to take
Take it."
Pardon!
"Are you deaf?"
Perhaps.
No, I think
You are dumb.
"For how long
Will you torture me?
You kept me waiting
For ten long years!"
And yet you
Waited.
Why?
There are so many...
"Just stop it.
From where does
So many
Come here?
May I ask?"
So
Only you
Have the right to be sarcastic,
Right?
Heartless fool!
Stupid!
Deaf!
Cruel!
Sadist!
Where were you
When I was weeping?
When I was screaming
To clear my confusion?
When my ill fate
Was blamed
On my romanticism?
Why am I telling
You all this
By the way?
Mr. Wall?
Smiling again!
Don't you have
An iota of shame left!
Seriously!
"Lie down.
Let me paint
Your eyelashes!"
You are an artist!
"I am an art
That you have made."
Is the converse true?
"What do you think?"
Does it matter?
"Why?"
Who am I?
"Who am I?"
A rapturous smile
A smile
An essence
Essence of smile
A darkness
A light
Unfathomable
The midnight sky
The silence
The music
The anklets that adorn
My feet.
Edited by vyapti - 3 years ago