I have this feeling you speak the language
whispered only between raindrops,
and every morning
you tune the hum of the sun as
it dims the stars, pushing its way
out of the ocean—into the sky.
I have this feeling you handpick the color
of each October leaf,
and when fall has wandered away,
you proceed to pull the strings which
make the northern lights dance
the way that they do.

I just have this beautiful feeling.

Some relations,
Glittery like a glass,
But scatter with a mild hit,
Hurt if you try to gather them back!

Others,
Last like a diamond,
Shine bright when chiseled,
Prove their worth with passing time!

कुछ रिश्ते
शीशे की तरह चमकदार होते है
हल्की चोट से बिखर जाते हैं
समेटो तो और चुभन पहुंचाते हैं.....

कुछ ताल्लुक़ात
हीरे की तरह सदाबहार होते हैं
वक़्त के साथ और निखर जाते हैं
मुश्किलों की कसौटी पे तराशे जाते हैं....

A ***** in eternal quest after love
Halting in and moving out from shrine to shrine
Until he merges with Love beyond all shades and sheen

.
And I stumble on across the barren land,
the mist, like a shroud, about me swirls,
chipped flint rocks assault my bare feet,
an endless quarry of slate grey, my world.

So the curtain of sadness and submission falls,
covering my mind with an opaque funeral drape,
the hazy images of the isolated and desolate,
forming the features of depressions landscape.

Vaguely felt, the invasion of another waits,
blind and innocent in a palace of real fear,
set free to roam in a strange arid topography,
desperate times pause for vision to be clear.

A stark scene viewed through teardrops frozen,
by ice winds of piercing calamity and despair,
of a place exclusive to the disaffected and lonely,
the last retreat for an exhausted mind to repair.

And this is my world where the haunted party,
leave me be with my cold mists and grey stone,
the frozen tear for a souvenir means everything,
my special gift, the feeling of being utterly alone.



© Pagan Paul (24/01/18)