Beyond The Door - Poem by Aditya Mudbhary
Shivers sensually tickle my feet with cold,
As I lay in bed recovering after a long night out,
Emotions within start to unfold,
Imploding love where everything else apart from her I flout.
As I go through these newly captured photographs,
Recollection pours down with every drop of joy,
Oh what I'd do at this moment just to make you laugh,
Peck wooder shall I say or call you Helen of troy.
There are times in this modern age that I try suppress,
Suppress these feelings as to not show my weakness,
For society mocks men with emotions like ever before,
But there is nothing but love for you at my spiritual core.
Much like how the red tail lights chase them beautiful cars,
Or lights that climb tall buildings and into the stars,
I shall forever chase the soul,
That lives and plays your beautiful role.
I think to myself what I mean when I write,
Seldom try to understand the poet in me,
For the reason to write is not always the beauty in sight,
It is nothing but truly and purely the feelings inside.
A million miles away you are and loneliness is key,
In the making of this textual finding you see,
Despite the possibilities to text and dream,
To hold you is what makes me feel complete.
Changes in the world may come and go,
The distance although remains the same for forever more,
Never do I want to stay away from you,
How I wish you were here when I open my door.
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