ROMANTIC

I dip my fingers into your rainbow-coated whispers
And try to find the lost city of Kundil like a throbbing hearted
Monk of the dawn,
In your anonymous lake of remembrance.
You know “once upon a time” is my favorite line,
When it’s about the classic stillness of your rhyme and rhythm

You are conceived like a dot
By an imperishable ink, transformed into an universe
A vagary of time mirrored in your eyes
You fall on my face like the rain that brings the hill-fire along
You are the occupant of my corner less home,
Crueler than a decaying smile.

No Konark can chain the proud-heart of the sun,
But I’m a gloomy light.
My heart has been peeled over and over again
By the shadows of your foamless love,
Making it a cattle grazing in the abandoned fields
Or a piece of cloud with no wings
But relentlessly tries to fly
In the museum of its childish vagueness.

Just to reign in the temples of cherry-colored hopes
You are the teller of the unbelievable folk-lore
That has no face (like yours)
About the bitterness of henna-hued darling’s hand,
Water crossing through the soft tissues of stone
To meet an ancient evening city,
The wasted-muslin tales about the carriers of promises,
About the annoyingly-serene ring bells for the senses to burn.

My flesh is as light as cotton, listening to you tirelessly
As if I’m the soldier, Who has seen blood and pride at the same time ,
A young priest rejecting the gospels,
A pen rebelling against ink, paper and the writer’s unjust demand

But for the unreasonable love of your rent less occupancy
I compel my eyes to bear the pride of the chained sun’s shine
I again hum your tune, dipping my fingers into your deformed whispers
And drawn in your lake of anonymous remembrance
Like an eternal carnival.

You are as essential to me as silence was to Bergman
Thank you –BLUE!

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