Panacea Poem by kunjubi varghese

I always sing the melodies you write;

Reminiscence, a tintinnabulation

Scherzos, a panacea for my soul,

Your tantrums, tantalizing the core of my being.


Covertly you stole my heart, in the glance

Second time I felt something else

Choking my breath with sweet honey

Of your mesmerizing glimpse.

Later I coveted to see you again

That urge, budding into a magnificent obsession,

A craving, to be near you, eternally.

A harem of admiring nymphs, surrounding you

Offering encomiums on the success of your

Splendor tapestry in artful creations.

I could niether discern you through lives

Nor cover my silence in quietness,

Nor glitter as a golden flame in you,

Nor melt as a molecule of dust under your feet.

But remained, as a relentless ache of the sun.

In the twilight of the dusk, in a far away corner,

And piercing loneliness all around me.

I sat and my soul hummed those melodies.

Aren’t you the lullaby of my life, my world?

Take me as a teeny dropp of rain, hanging

Over the edge of a leaf in your garden

Accept me as the tranquil breeze dampened

In the mist of my forlorn tears,

Let me be with you, yet for a brief moment.