Whenever I try to write about her I feel like I don't have enough space on my paper How can I define her? When I myself originated from her definition How can I restrict her within a few lines? When my entire words are enslaved before her How can I portray her life in a poem? When my own life is indebted to her...
And even if she herself asks to write her down Then also, a tale for her won't be enough Even if to summarise her down I'd need to write a novel or two And if she asks to be drawn down Then nothing would be tougher than this 'Cause a canvas won't be able to hold her entire explosion of colours And to counter that, I'd only be left with a single option... To build an art castle in a space not less than the sun!
Hallways ever lonely in my mind The duality Of whispering voices Screaming inside
Walls of empty picture frames, Move like mirrors chasing a lost reflection. Fading memories melt away like oil paintings in the desert. Fickle, or free. I remember when, Remembering was the furthest feeling found flowering inside of me.
Sword-crossed lovers, And now a dagger in my heart. Empty castle now stands full, With all the rubble from its broken parts.
My ancient Lancelot. *Love is patient love is kind, it kept no record of wrong doing piling high." Reminiscing my first poet, sigh; sweet cane dust sprinkled on a table's body inch by inch. Tracings followed little food reduced to crumbs Saving hunger and thirst for the last dance, Knight sought. True lovers lost and found. Come lovers unrequited long find a new dancing floor dance till the end of love. I've saved the last dance for an ancient true Knight sought long and by and by. A lifetime I've traveled hard fed by my lover's light in eye. It's time, see me renewed in my new Hindu Knight's light and sigh. ~~~~~~ By Karijinbba
for so long I traveled in the ghost of my knight's love in eye. (Rddpc-Rk/ RddBba.) I stand alone young in heart for a dance on a final castle floor.