Ode To My Sister Poem by Barnali Saha

Ode to my sister

by

Barnali Saha

I walk into the busy streets
Eying those holding hands
Smiling, giggling or having lunch
A hush, a whisper, a fleeting thought
A pile of memories fresh are sought
I fail to construe my own feelings
Dejected at common sightings!
The dried, maple leaf is floundering like me
Probably rambling on the sideways for someone to see
One unforgotten tear like a jewel tinkles
In one forgotten chamber still it dwells
Not remembered everyday yet remembered with each breadth
Die Schwester, as that dancing moon light in the fathomless firmament
My boundless falcon soars for you every passing moment
The murky night and its hermana susurrate and laugh
Raindrops spatter on the leaves and scoff
At my Sisyphean task of searching you everywhere
When I know from my heart that you are far
My unwanted sorrows rest in your laughter
I ratiocinate enough but fail to deduce
What is it that binds so blindly me with you
We are similar in similarities so few
Devoid of ostentation our love so fresh, so new
We spent such happy moments that it’s hard to decipher
The code of passion that links me to you
A part of you I feel in me that will transcend our earthly doubts and deeds
An organ that for pounding your soft touch needs
Some where half way across the visage of this earth
The terra firma oozes my pleasures, my mirth
With you I live every moment, every day, and every passing second.
My invisible hands clap your fingers
My frail tune in your thoughts still lingers
I rub my cheeks and begin to walk
Bidding adieu to those thoughts, those fears of losing you.