Till My Eyes Go Dry…
Then
Streamed down
Ethereal thinkings from the realm of
Early Light into Matter world,
Its gold-horned herds trooped into
Earth’s cave-heart,
Its morning rays illume our twilight’s eyes
To labour and to dream and new-create,
To feel beauty’s touch
And know the world and self,
And yes,the golden child
Who was waiting for this gracious time began To know himself;
Her cute smile
And a tear that she shed
On the day I expressed my feelings for her,
I stored it in the locker of my memory bank
And they were the only property,
Time and Space gave me generously;
And,I became a wealthy man,
And I became the happiest man in the world;
Interestingly,all my desires acknowledged
Their senses of fulfillment
And sweared for no more a single desire
In life on Earth;
And this was when life was sweet,very sweet, Very very sweet
And I used to sleep on the bed of roses
She was a young girl,
A captivating and elusive beauty
Who painted the city pink in day
And an infinitely soothing milky white at night. My love,she was
And we began
Creating a brimming love story;
They say,
Love blooms in the garden of love
When the seed of love is nurtured
With adequate care;
And yes,there are times
When the seed dies an unnatural death
For reasons beyond comprehension;
And if the gardener is a Poet,
The valued readers stay tuned
For a touching love lyrics;
And I don’t want
To disappoint my valued readers
Though I am a little known poet,very little;
BELOVED READERS
You need to wait a little
Before my war with reality ends for the day;
I wonder,it is very unfriendly,
I must rather say that
Reality is an unsolicited guest,
Love it or hate it, it doesn’t bother
But you can’t ignore it;
You know,
Reality committed a serious crime
In my comfortable life;
Reality kidnapped my love
And forced her to tie the knot with someone Against her will and she went missing;
There was no space left in the universe
To trace her
And I went to infinity if I could find her
But I failed.
Many more years passed
Yet, I think of her every moment;
Believe me my friends,
My moments beat in rhythm
Of her heart beats
And feel happy;
Whenever I feel restless to talk to her,
To smell her body odour,
I visit my memory bank
And take out her cute smile
And the tear of joy from the locker
And embrace them tight
Till my eyes go dry
And they stop blinking!
Prepared Angela Kosta writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
