This poem is no doubt subjective. This poem is inspired by the life of one of my friends. She has to go through the tremendous pain after her lover’ death. We tried our best to give her the best support. But I still can remember her late night tears,though silent,but soul piercing. She used to smile infront of us. But I can identify the deep agony eating her very existence ounce by ounce. The season of rain has her perpetual fall on her. Later in her life, she moves on along with life,but the pain remains alive in the deepest core of her heart. This poem is dedicated to my friend who has to live with her love laden soul.
And the deep rooted melancholy persists
After long years of separation and silence
Silence? How intimate it behaves
When I whisper in silence the name!
And our moments come back
Hitting the flashback!
The door that I choose to shut deliberately
Suddenly unlock remembering those heyday
Walking the lone avenue hand in hand
Laughing at your silly jokes
Your each effort to make me special
How can I forget those beautiful we moments
Our love for poetry..your unapologetically
Pronunciation of love staring at me
That thrill I feel listening to your own ghazals
And suddenly all our moments get into oblivion
As if those never exist!
How happy we were dreaming about your
Successful future..though your going abroad
Staying away from you pierced me like nothing
But you,keeping your hand on my head
Consoling and assuring that you will return
Promising regular communication
“I am carrying you with me,
You remain in my heart “
Your last words still reverberate in my ear
Whenever I talk to you in silence
Whispering our silent melodies
How worried I was not getting you in phone
Does he forget me? So soon!
The common fear of every beloved!
Have I lost him! Indeed!
The news of the plane crash was
A bolt from the blue!
And we get separated? Is it?
My love for you can surpass
Our corporal separation..I suddenly
Start feeling calmer consistently drowning
Into my wordless world..my silence..
People can not understand my comfort
They call it insanity..bare outcome of hard life
Life..that once was synonym of you,love
Is still same for me..But they deny to accept
My perpetual love for you..
My wait is not yet done..
Until you call me with the name
You have given to me..
Stretching your hand to get me out of this loop
Let me hug this ever ending silence
“The bliss of solitude “!
