Seema Aarella

I burry the thought of writing,
Because I miserably fail to describe
This strange phenomenon
For I feel the pureness of the script
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This Sonnet is in the popular Petrarchan Form

I behold thy love as beautiful thing,
In my wrecked heart, a pleasure garden,
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There i stand at the end of highway
Facing the endless bare horizon
That seems to gulp every path and road
Wishing to trace the fortunate means
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I bought some flowers
Lovely bright
With hue and tint
Blended right
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His shadow stretches away
Impatiently from him, as
He stood silently facing the
Setting sun on his balcony…
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They lie there, on the chipped slab
Where no one sniffs its smell
Its beauty does not rouse a talk
Since the dead can't see and tell
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Brought to this earth by people two
Will be laid to rest by four
The two I know and loved them so
I know not the final four.
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Feeble sounds of timeless tunes
Flowing from across the dunes
Heard, unheard….in disbelief
I stood there…felt a strange relief
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His feelings raced to
The pinnacle of desire
Seeking an urgent intimacy
Of his corporeal requests
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Yes, I want to see for myself
The stern madness involved in
Trying the treacherous, which
You had done with your barefeet
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I, plead the wind
To describe your touch,
Beg the night,
To reveal your dreams,
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For the first time in many days
I decided to bestow myself a gift
Of long and lonely stroll in the
Neighbouring park
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Love like dew embellished some orchards
For some a snowy carpet it made
His currents of love rushed seawards
On my palms like rain drops it played
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My eyelids flapped like
The wings of a frightened bird
At the sudden intrusion of
The long forgotten past,
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In the dim soothing ambience
Of the restaurant, you sat
Across fervently studying
The catalog of my eyes,
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I know you as
The winter’s mist
That creeps into my coverlet,
Tenderly shivering my skin,
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A bookmark of memory
Guides me again and again
To the same chapter, that reads
Not more than a single word
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Do not allow me
To sleep for so long
That my untamed dreams
Outnumber the stars.
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And...
the wingless bird
pleads
the sky
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It hurt me with the pain of
Thousand bee stings, your
Plain thought soaked in the
Jasmine mist of my garden
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