Moments of Longing
For eyes to meet yours and the eyes to only read yours -
Enormous
heap of words flowing down,
Endless
shower of flowers bestowed out of love.
That one
look to decipher you inside out,
That one
look to secure your dwelling about,
Shelter the
haven of your weary heart
Cater to
the stitches, burns and dirt.
Those hands
to feed your being, to nurture your dream,
Those lips
to declare the madness and sin,
Those lips
to caress and worship your skin,
To perceive your every unsaid word,
To wrap your inner child in those arms and meld and meld
Until heavens
unwound,
To lose
yourself in the game of ties and
Weave and writhe
until both souls abide
The breaths
of high, is it again a lie?
A lie just
to breathe your air,
To fill the
pockets and leave it scared
A lie out of nothing to feed on your blood
And leave
you bare.
A lie,
Is it a
drug of momentary peace or just a moment of ethereal relief?
Riddhi Chakraborty
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