Musings Poem by Kumar Harsh

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Now,
that you are gone.
I lie down
on the same bedsheet and pillows
They bear your smell
Every breath I take
is a reminder.
The mail through the iron bars,
I can't remember,
the day the envelope
screeched on the unkempt floor.
The letter
bore the same smell
even stronger than i had preserved.
Intoxicated,
I read.
It said
You had gone some place sunny,
while my curtains
have been covering the glasses
since we parted.
Outside,
it is raining.
Your letter slips,
escaping under the shelves.
I know,
I will retrieve it.
I will search for you
in that crumbled papyrus.
I will search for you
till the ink fades on it
till my senses fail me.
And,
I hope,
it will keep on raining
till then...

 
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You
and only you
were standing
at the curb.
The lone lamp,
illuminating your face.
The hair,
falling over your shoulders.
I envy that piece of cloth,
draping your shoulder's bareness.
Your eyes were out
down the road,
searching for
someone i don't want to arrive.
Those eyes,
a pair that will chase me
all my life,
all my dreams,
into my grave.
The lips,
full and upright,
color of the spring's rose,
flesh of the winter's orb.
The air,
you breathed out,
cleansed by your nose,
your heart's arteries,
I want to cage that air
in my mind,
blend it
with my blood
and covet it.
Cherish it, for the days
when you will be the queen
of my memories.
Suddenly,
the lamp went out,
but my pupils
still saw you and nothing else.
You turned,
your back
staring at me
laughing, mocking.
But its your back i wish
to dig my fingers into
Its your eyes
I want to lose myself in
Its you
and only you.

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I do not own your body,
I own your heart.
Wear anything you want,
for your heart always
lies naked for me.
Every soul in the street,
every pair of eyes
sees your body,
wants to
touch it,
feel it,
love it,
kiss it.
But only I see your heart.
Trade my soul
or trade by eyes
but let me have this vision
till my heart beats.
If ever you feel sad,
you feel frightened
I sense it,
for my heart beats
with yours now.
If ever your heart
shall stop,
mine shall stop,
with it.
Destined
for doom and darkness
Our bodies shall
lie in the grave
hands in hands,
year after year.
For our hearts shall have long gone.
Carried,
by our conjoined soul,
to the Heavens or Hell,
as Our love shall deserve.

Life in a tubelight holder

It lay there,
quietly, in a death like silence,
inside the tube light holder.
Its skin, stark black;
eyes glazed,
and wings curled up.
But still, there
was a flutter of life,
for the heart pumped the red
beneath the black.
She plucked it
with trembling hands.
The finger tips-
gentle, genial and benign-
carried it,
lest it should break,
for, to her, it seemed fragile.
The veins were weak,
both beneath the black and fair,
in anxiety, if the end should near.
She put it in the flowerpot,
in hope; it would prevail,
from creatures prying to make it prey.
But alas!
It wasn't a sapling or a seed,
to thrive in the moist soil,
the rationed air and sunlight.
It had a heart and wings,
deemed by nature to explore
the endless night,
to be a companion of the moon.
It left the pot bereft,
of its self.
As the dusk descended,
it floated,
in the rosy twilight.
Its path abstruse in the dimming light.
The sky never took its impingement.
But the soil still bore the imprint.
While she,
I don't know, how she felt?
So, let me put an end,
else this free verse shall further bend.
 
The light blue rope

The light blue rope,
it has seen all those years.
The laughter,
the tears.
It stood there
hanging taut on the nails,
remembering the times
as the day slowly trails.
The clothes of generations,
dried on it by the sun,
memories at every turn.
Sometimes it turns inwards
slaughter, butchering
straining the rusted nails.
The light blue rope,
every finger that touched
and vanished,
still fresh, soaked in water.
The birds that perched
even they were whispering.
The light blue rope
eavesdropping
on chirpings, humans.
The air,
stagnating from fear.
The breeze,
somewhere a flutter,
maybe a figment.
The light blue rope
sometimes turns green of the nails,
for their eyes are blinded,
ears strapped
by the walls.