Ordeals

How long can you keep me waiting

At the threshold of my breath,

To reach your domicile 

And fall into your ethereal embrace?

Enough of this seemingly endless saga

Of pains and joys I’ve known

Through countless births of mine,  

Those Promethean ordeals I’ve been in!

Have you kept anything to hide from me

For the trust we have kept for one another?

Sprouts of qualms obstinate I nurture,

They are there, I’ve known for ages

Won’t your arid womb hold me in?

 I’ve been sick of roaming in and out.

The train of births couched within

Freak me out making a wimp of me.  

Self Deception

Haven’t we elapsed years of living together,

Prying into one another’s privacy?

Haven’t we unearthed the skeletons of deceit and distrust

We had buried in our minds?

And haven’t we casted ourselves

As hapless victims of self-inflicted brutality?

We’ve learnt to live a life of living death

And to bury phoenix dreams of lustful love 

Don’t we have euphemistic language

To please one another?

An essential skill it is, of ardent love

To deceive oneself and others.

Enigma 

Was  it this place that we visited before
When we walked  hand in hand
Along  the lonely pathways
Measuring  our shadows that kept
Growing from underneath our feet
And spreading into other  shadows ?
Or, was this place that we longed to live in
To spend our unreal  life together ?

Were we talking about our dreams
Of shaping out a psychedelic world,
A world of cooked up stories?
Or, were we fathoming the depth of our prolonged silences
That crawled between us from unknown dismays?
Was it you who I was walking with
Or someone LIKE  you?
Or, was the whole thing a dream
That someone dreamt
For you and me?