HarshaSatsangh Magazine Poetry

by Harsha

The Call of Love




Long ago, I gazed into your eyes

and then stopped breathing

but still survived

now day and night I only sigh

and dream of being in the midst

of your enchanted company.



The song of love that came

from once your silent lips

found quickly its true aim

mesmerized my innocent heart

which beat on still the same

but my legs went numb

and my tongue grew sweet

when the fragrance of your skin

my love

enveloped me in its warm embrace.



Come play with me

I would sometimes say

but you always had it your way

how glad I was to be your slave

with no power to make you stay.

So, in my solitude content

with love completely unspent

tonight, like all the other nights

you keep dancing in my dreams.



Play hide and seek

not too much longer

and risk this longing

grow even stronger.

When people ask unashamedly

why your love flees from me

embarrassed and silent I stay

what honest answer could one make

and can you also say for sure

that in choosing me as your lover

you have made some grave mistake.



Pleasures and pains haunt me still

but no one asks me when I will

stop living on dreams of yesterdays

quietly lay down on the hill

and slide into eternity.

Nowhere to look, no lights around

don't want to see any sights at all

with rhythm of your lullaby will come

the thunder of the soundless sound.



I only miss you when you are gone.

Not that I mind being alone

but having known your touch

it’s too much to bear sometimes

that my heart has split in two

looking for the door

that opens your mystery.

My steps are faltering and unsure

this hard fought battle, although lost

pains all the more; it was almost won.



Walking through the desert dry

sipping water from mirages

does help to pass the time

but I can't quench

my thirst divine.

It's hard to say why

staring at the blazing sun

the eyes now do not try

to see the cool moon and stars

and what else hangs

in the evening sky.

Now, who can say

how I get by

and breathe

just enough air

to stay alive.




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