How She Set Me Alive - Poem by Akshat Pokharna
Her cold hands in the warm of mine,
Her pretty black all over me,
And how her curls swayed when she walked aside.
Her mirth was a poison too divine,
Her soft, where left bare, shone like moonlight,
Oh! How they mocked my senses, electric in her presence.
Her fragile self of the demented kind,
Held deep dark eyes and an impish smile,
And how I stared at them while she laughed.
She settled where no one else did reside,
In my mind where loneliness once did devour.
And know nothing I did.
Her happy face filled mine with warmth,
And how I dreamt of all the good times we spent,
Her silence that took me with a glance.
Her face, Ah! It shone bright in the spotlight,
And how her momentary radiance sparkled away all sorrow.
Her hands seldom stayed still amongst all the clamour,
Her eyes rarely did catch mine,
No wonder her cheekbones would be all alight.
No night better than the dance
Her stance portrayed beauty,
Beauty it did.
Her sadness did see darkness,
And so did darkness light her mind.
Her occasional smile became a pretty delight,
Oh! How she did look at me.
Her talks like that of the singing river,
Her speech, a continuous, soothing melancholy.
But never did she speak a word but silence
And behind her mischievous innocence,
There did prey her fear, to love again.
Her heart didn’t understand why I smiled,
Neither did it try to comprehend my love.
She didn’t understand why I tried,
She could never get her head around.
She never did love me for a while,
And never did leave me aside.
Even though I felt like a dandelion,
A dandelion amongst her roses.
A drop in her ocean,
Her ocean of hurt, sorrow and memory.
Never did she plead,
Never did I refuse her,
She looked at me,
Me, as if I never existed,
Her deep black looked right through me, glass.
Love her once I did,
And never did I love again.
For all I wanted was a key,
A key into the lock of my heart.
And all my heart did say was mistaken bemusement,
How it gathered all its little pieces,
And set out to journey again…
Topic(s) of this poem: despair, heart, heartache, heartbreak, love, melancholic, memory, remembrance
Form: Blues Poem
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