u/Swatisani

Where is that parting, and then being together once more,

where are those days and nights; months, and years of yore

I have written to you of my plight, but now the decision rests with you

whether you write back or not, it’s waiting for your reply that sees me through

Was it God’s desire, or a necessity

why this world exists, I know not, really

Those who are mighty and brave fall like a lightning strike

but not those who, like an infant, crawl on their knees through life

Sleep, petrichor, the coolness of greenery

I am missing my home immensely

I go close to the storms, searching for a gentle morning breeze,

and you question my resolve, ask what courage means to me

I could not match my stride and keep pace with the times

walked with great caution, yet stumbled every time

The grass has absorbed tears of the earth, most likely

for when I step on it, I find it wet ever so slightly

The lamp of this camp does not bind you in fetters, my companion

whoever wishes to depart may do so, without seeking permission

Who flung her damp tresses, scattering droplets into a spray

the clouds swayed as they drifted in, then burst and poured away

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While it rained outside heavily

he was getting drenched within me

When have they ever returned: flowing water, a parted lover, a friend estranged

I thought them truly mine only while I could hold the edge of their robe in my hand

The sunlight made a plea

for a drop of rain’s mercy

How, at dusk, from someone’s eyes, tears started to fall

how the glow of lamps trembled, I cannot recall

People say that love leaves a mark and casts a spell

In which city does it happen, where does it dwell

Strange is this city life, we neither journey on nor stay

here a bustling afternoon, there a surly evening drifts away

We are like the wares displayed on the streets and bazaar

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every gaze that turns to us is like that of a buyer

It’s another matter that some spread fragrance, and some prick;

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the garden lives as much in every flower as in each thorn of it.

Let your benevolence pour like a generous cloud raining

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for my being is aflame like a house that is burning

You couldn’t ever honor what love required

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else I too yearned to be loved and desired