The Seasons - Poem by Preeth Nambiar
I have been sitting here since long time besides you staring at your face while you are in deep sleep knowing nothing that happens around. I don't wish to wake you up. Through your veins I have let my blood flow! Through your mouth I have let my breath flow! And up on you I have vested my life!
Through the window glass I can see the sun travelling from horizon to the other; the seasons change and the flowers wither! The yellows wither silently in the winter breeze! Let me grab your chilled hands and place on my warm chest; my beloved, feel my heart's longing for you! Can you hear my heart's heart?
I don't know, how long will I wait for you. The sleepless nights have started weakening my senses; the tired days have started blurring my vision. There are now flowers upon the trees...but the colours are faded…the fragrance dissolved to distant winds. I dreamt a day we walk amidst those trees, while the branches shower their flowers on us!
It is raining outside! I have shut the doors tightly for I don't want even the tiny dropp of water interrupt your sleep. When the lightening tears the skies and thunder breaks the silence in between rains let me hold you tightly! Nay, my beloved, let them not wake you up from your pleasant dreams!
Mornings visit me with its rays wet in mist. I can see life sprouting upon the soil covering the road with tender grass. When you are awake, my dear, let me take you through the road that starts right down from the courtyard of this ancient house. Hold my hand tightly when you lose your pace upon the slippery road!
Lengthy nights, my beloved, I'm here awaiting you to open your beautiful eyes to another morning! Perhaps, when you wake up you may see just frozen hands tight on your body; but let me not leave you until the moment my breath start its voyage to another life. Leave me here, my Lord, I beseech you, my heaven lies besides her!
I see her fingers moving within my palm! I see her lips trembling; her eyes blink, painfully opening to light! Oh, my beloved, look at me! Here am I waiting for a lifetime!
And I hear her whispering- 'Tell me, who are you? ? '
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