For The Love Of You... Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

For The Love Of You...



I have tried for long to
capture you in words,
within the periphery of my poetry
but each time
these synonyms and metaphors
fall short!
the alliterations ring hollow and
my tryst with poesy
sounds as concave as all those times
when I would put a dislodged forlorn eyelash
on my palm and blow it to the wide
with a secret dream;
For you are vaster than my imagination
loftier and more sublime than all my longing
to be-shackle you
within the perishable boundaries;
For you are my azure sky and you are
my eternity!

My words breathe oxygen
and ooze out blood
but your silence more poignant
in its depth, speaking volumes
and I lose myself completely
in your compelling wordlessness!
and when you talk for hours together
with all your passionate ideologies,
I would again be lost in the
silent love making of your eyes!

Even when alone, you
rouse a multitude all around me,
and being in a crowd, you
carve a private space for us
intimate and distance dissolving.
Every time I long to hold
your pain and tear drop
in my palm like a precious pearl
with all my reverence,
but I realize that it had rained last night
and you allowed the greater supreme power
to fill your void and
I fall in love
for your sense of equilibrium.

I see the burning desire in your eyes
and my limbs melt like spent wax,
I remain caught in that boyish charm of your
sparkling white laughter for thousand years.
I want to touch your chest
with trembling fingers, I would be fascinated
by that dimpled grove beside your lips
and would yearn to escape and hide behind
the strength of your arms forever;
yet with an easy nonchalance you
rise above and urge me to lift my soul
far beyond,
and I comprehend a connection,
a bond with you not just for future
but one that started long before in the past,
before birth and
even before the previous death.

My young monk, you come to me
with your melted bronze eyes
and I discard obligation, familial ties
like a pair of torn and tattered old shoes.
I begin to breathe you in my lung,
I begin to have you in my pulsating veins
I begin to throb you in my beating heart
I do not love you yet I begin to live you
in my life!

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