The Gypsy Who Loved
Like riding on waves wavering
not sure where it takes me
searching for a log just to hold on,
but helpless, and alone in an abyss.
Slumber, how I wish a day's sleep
to keep everything aside, and rest,
in my beloved’s lap, that warm lap.
Hours of cuddling , sweet lovemaking
the joy of belonging, drugged in love
kissing her wet lips, warmth so alluring
And a rest in the arms of the beloved.
But now left in life's wilderness
Searching For the lost oasis.
will I reach it before die of thirst?
or be buried in unfulfilled dreams.
Night again, pitch dark, dead silent
A chill passes through my spine
Spreads and chokes me like a python.
Unable to move, pushing to oblivion.
Me not alone ,have memories so fond
enough to rekindle, like resurrection,
The memory of love and her warmth
the lingering fragrance of the past
Enough to live on but why tears still?
This silence has thousand tongues
Audible silence of a forgotten living
told in a lovers song, life of the lonely.
long ride of a dreamer, moving yet still,
pangs of fatigue, a thirst so hurting.
The morning sun, on a spring
winter not far away, naked trees shy
Rushing to cover with new foliage.
song of the cuckoos, resting on twigs
Echoes of distant church bell chimes ,
the creepers waving to the farmers
dews, shining diamonds in dawn rays
the gurgle of the sparkling stream
In thickets the chirpings of love birds
smell of raw earth, ants lined in order,
the cattle linedup, heading pastures
A silhouette afar dressed in snow
A hoof sound of a horse in its course
It's all fine dear to exalt my heart
but on a lonely day it's all wasted gift.
Wandering in search, to love reclaim
Where should I search that I lost
than in your own heart love preserved
my life, a loser's lament, a dirge-
of a priest burying the dead in cold
a whisper of the devil to the cursed
a mistake of the master of creation
Blemish on the moon reflecting sun
yet a crave to live, if she were here.
Even the mirage formed by memories
Make me wander in arid deserts
where the sun burns all it's fuel .
I sustain on dreams wandering
living! a faint feeling now hurting.
the heart is dried unable to beat
but somewhere, just a feeble throb
a throb that lost rhythmic speed.
just waiting for her sweet breath
To inclaim my life with her love.
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