I walk on
clouds, when you breeze
Eyes meet
eyes, a short tête-à-tête;
My credentials
why so volatile, petite.
Your
absence then shifts me to freeze.
Every book
has your eyes, drizzling words,
My fingers
move eagerly, searching warmth;
It’s a masquerade
I play all day in mirth,
This plethora
of your love is killing, shreds.
As monsoon
takes all droplets to ocean,
As breeze carries
nature everywhere,
And water embraces
sun at every motion.
I console
my heart to have that potion,
To breathe
you and live you everywhere,
For love has
no margin but poetry in motion.
"For love has no margin but poetry in motion" - This line left me speechless. Too good !!!
ReplyDeleteThank you .....
DeleteBreathing in these exhilerating emotions can be empowering! Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteTh last few sentences took my breath away. Just beautiful!
ReplyDelete"I console my heart to have that potion,
To breathe you and live you everywhere,
For love has no margin but poetry in motion"
oh my pleasure....thanks a lot......
DeleteIf we care about someone, we sometimes do seek them (or find them without having to seek) in other things we do during the day...which can either be a good or haunting. I love the lines:
ReplyDeleteAs monsoon takes all droplets to ocean,
As breeze carries natre everywhere
And water embraces sun at every motion.
Thank you very much Mary.....
DeleteThis is so lovely...specially the last stanza ~
ReplyDeleteThank you Grace....
DeleteEach stanza outdoes the one before. The last two are especially wonderful and could stand alone as a complete poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry.....:-)
DeleteHow the heart aches to be with the one it loves. This is really beautiful writing Sreeja. I agree with Sherry, each stanza is somehow better than the one before. The last two are stunning!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Bren.....
DeleteHave I read this one before in a longer form? There is something familiar about settling for the presences she can have when the object of affection is not available: "Every book has your eyes, drizzling words" the very excess, plethora of him to the you who masquerades . . . pretending the poetry is between, is in motion--not just the droplets going with all else to the sea . . . Does everyone in youth accept only that portion? Or are we talking about the relationship of a young one to a famous singer, poet, or movie star?
ReplyDeleteMay be this thought has been there in an earlier one. Ha ha no celebrity here Susan.....I don't know about every one...but when your partner is such a guy you can weave many love poems like this.....actually this was a prompt from a friend.....thank you so much Susan....
Deletethumbs up on that last line!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Margaret....
DeleteSo beautiful..."every book has your eyes drizzling words" I love that line
ReplyDeletethank you so much Susie....
DeleteLast line is so awesome!!!! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for this support....
DeleteKiller last line...sorry but had to repeat that again. The rest are equally as mesmerizing, but to end with that one is awesome. Love is a crazy thing.....but its much less so with words like these to fall back on. Great writing.
ReplyDeletethank you so much for being here and putting your valuable comment......:-)
Deletei must echo those before me ~ a wonderful poem with an amazing last line! love it!
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