The Second Feeling - Poem by sayan sil
And the night dawned,
The stars blinked opened their eyes.
I would be wrong if I said-
I could sleep that night.
I would be lying if I said-
I recognized the feeling to be a flower.
My foot was well placed on the muddy soil.
Still it seemed like a blanket of seething air enveloping, gushing by me.
An ancient spell broken,
An age old rose reached,
Its full bloom.
It was not fatal, neither immortal.
Believe me it was not the wind,
That had drawn me.
It was not the beauty,
That had enchanted me.
It was not the giggle,
That had said, it was attraction.
But yes it wasn’t the first time-
That I had let myself go,
It wasn’t the first time that-
I dived blind.
Yes I’ve tasted love before,
And the fear of a taste similar,
Gripped my heart.
Don’t curse me, if I am a sinner
Don’t bless me, if I’ve played God
Don’t love me, for I’ve already loved
Let distance determine our closeness.
Let mystery be the first word,
And love be the last.
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