Long lost

why this amazement
why this naivete?
The first pat of love
resembled that dream
impossible, rare, exquisite!
tender as heart,
light as thought you seemed

The pride it gave,
warrior at the feet,
pleading for a glance,a feint smile,
world forgotten, lowered bow
lovelorn, unsure,
homologating his feelings
blood writ letters and tears

This was the time
You could ask him for Sun
The air, the moon
life,death or any clime

Alas! folly of love
forgot to see
Life in every death
in every surrender
we are all dying like this blossom
without sun in a luxurious room
Love dies too

When she rose
in love, in acceptance
wanton desires of body
saw him walk away
load of dead on his shoulders

waiting in decorated garden of hope
someday blossom may pass this way.
Breathing,alone is not life O lord
Neither does heart ache
nor do the sleeves get wet anymore

Splinters of glass dreams, waking eyes,
Pain, tears, fear of abandonment
flowing waters, dissolving banks
I am living, I am no more