084.Silence Is Not Always Golden Poem by rajagopal haran

Lost my address
In the market of meanings
Locked myself
In the opened word

My love!
I am your true love!
This is the lovely truth
On a truthful love!

You doubt my kiss,
Missing no time
To doubt my blood!

I see my image
In the broken glass
That never reflects my other side!

Seeing beyond reflections
Remember the days
Of wandering in the open fields
Your hand in my hand
Preserving the half-eaten guava
Punctuated by your teeth!
……..
Locks of hair
Oscillating in air
And jerking my heart
The open piece of your top
That traverses your mounts
For every blow of air
Bracing my face
Perchance every now and then
Leaving that fragrance
That uproots the sleep
Out of my eyes for days!
………………………

Waking myself up
From the dreams of the past
I pinch myself to see
If you are there around the corner,
Waiting for this dump
With the cluster smile
Making my new moon day
Into a full moon night!

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