082.Colourless Desires Poem by rajagopal haran

The foot of the pillow
Would know
The prints of my inner heart!

Wherever I turn
Directions reflect you

I am unable to ignore air
Like your evergreen memories
Even if there are differences
Still I breathe you my dear!

Though words found silence
I find my expression
In your writings!

Remembering the items
Dear to your heart
I forego the things
Sweet to my mouth

You are there
In every dropp of rain
Like the nucleus in my blood

Doing the penance
That you will open your window
In the mechanical running
Of this mad world around!

You will remember this soul
During the rainy days
I will be the rain dropp
In and around you
In the hope of touching your soul
Perchance a droplet
May touch the temple of your body
Where my spirit lies!

15 1 2010