Yearnings Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

This much ardor you had
kept hidden in those abstruse recesses of your mind,
where I always
found my entreaties
disappearing time and again.
Parsimonious you were
and may be that's your wont.
Though I knew that I am
a drop in the waves that
prostrate continually before
the sprawling sandy shores
of your being,
which constantly
yearn to be wetted,
to whet the insatiable
urge for the alleviation of
disquietude that
aches your soul.

I felt fulfilled every time
I remonstrated before you,
before my eventual return
that preceded my next visit.
My quest to disappear slyly
into that most inscrutable
place in your mind never
fructified and everytime I
returned replenished but
by feeling deficient.
I never knew that I was
the wave that you wished
to gobble up to seep into
your being for my deliverance
and for you to ignite your
valency to cease to be inert.
Splurge you needn't
in letting me know the
love that you harbour in you.
But placate me please
at intervals to soothe my
scarred self and intermittently
do hold me close to your
throbbing heart for me
to sustain and be sentient.