Kshipra is a student pursuing masters from JNU, India. She loves reading and writing poetry and wants to publish her poems someday.
To My Lover
You came like a dust storm,
lifting me up in an embrace,
like the withered leaves in enigma
are lifted up by moonlit grace.
You were the color of my soul,
the ink of the pages of my book,
the warmth of summer gaze,
of thirst quenching coots.
So come and together let's fly,
to attain the soaring heights,
that they, the coots, take,
embellishing on their ways,
wispy clouds with seeded dreams
Full of evanescence and promises....
Oh why do you dismay?
It is too early to part.
Too early to say goodbyes!
For my heart still aches,
saddled with lonesome cries!
We traversed so many miles
together with hands held together,
and hands held tight...
Whatever went wrong
We were smiling alright,
just a few moments ago,
as you laid in my laps...
How come here we arrive
with our broken selves!
No this ain't the country I used to belong
Change can not happen so sudden
ever, without being forewarned,
without being detested and protested
and being resisted outright,
for it is despicable and awful
with its perseverance and frights!
About you I had a nebulous misgiving,
You gradually transformed as a mistake...
Perhaps we should not have to meet
so much so as to develop in us
the longing- transgressing,
nychthemerons and attachment of ages
Why did you even arrive?
When you were destined to leave by
as time dissolves, you were to be gone
and shatter a bountiful heart;
how did you even get this courage from?
We have just one last stay...
Upon the meanders that we stand,
mounted with heaps of sand...
And behind us sweet petals lie
Leading to thorny bushes ahead.
Perhaps for you its just another sinuosity!
Habituated to wreckage you might be
and your acquaintance to these vistas
may never let you see...
That I stand where you found me;
still; will probably not recover
Do not leave O Apollyon!
Do not ditch your lover!
So come let just fly to soaring heights
I am bleeding my foot, I can't walk
Let the mound never slip away
and the meanders never go astray
Do not part...
Let not the thorns prickle our dream
I have diligently preserved since beginning
in the unfathom'd depths of my heart,
in the color of my soul ...
reflecting in my eyes if you see
for one last time!
Do not say goodbye.
For again we can start...
and build better, i swear
O Apollyon! Do not part...
© 2017 Kshipra Pal
The poet is open to criticisms. Feel free and write your heart!
Laurinzoscott from Kanab, Utah on March 24, 2020:
"You were the color of my soul..." That line hooked me and the rest of the words reeled me in...actually the title did it first...WOW...To get me speechless is rare...;)