your breath that bathes
my parched soul, then
let me whisper
tenderly my joys
of standing near
an inch away from your dreams
i hold no pouch of gold
my hands tremble
remembering
the longing never quenched
a hunger left un-noshed
allow me to dream
without fear
i'll be taking yours
at your feet i shall lay
my cloak
drenched in yesterday's
tears
though never shall i let you
know
my life is yours
survived in meager truths
as i watched feasts
cream whipped lies topped
of glitters known
let me rest
in your arms, my feeble soul
hold me
if only for this last hour
sing me your song, let me
hear my last
whimper of joy
before i go..
DREAM......is the bridge between your conscious and your colourful Unconscious blurred by your vermillion blood.
ReplyDeleteYou know Rina, poetry should enliven your life. It should enhance the life chances of the readers . I find just that in your poems these days .
But write such poems ,not as an academic exercise and write such poems when you MUST. It will heal you.Like it does to me !!
never liked exercise much less an academic one hehe...
ReplyDeleteseriously, i agree dearest, in fact i have not been writing these days..these that i post were written a few days back hidden in my chest of ramblings...and im just so glad to find people like you giving them importance,,,thank you..