My Mind is in your Possession

My Mind is in your Possession

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu

You don't come to my mind often,
Only always, when I wake up from a dream
thats about all that you do
Filled with fascination and tender passion.

I make new songs, even though I don't want them,
I don't need them, they have no particular importance,
of grieved words of my madness.
 
Perhaps because, I no longer share
the grand moments of your life
But the imprint of you is still in me.

You don't come to my mind that often
Only when I pick my pen
to softly write, our brief history of love.

Filling my blank thoughts with love,
love that nobody can take from me
Not even angles and demons of manhood.

Nothing has been broken, nothing could ever be
You are the air and I am the breeze
Its how I define our felicity.

You don't come to my mind in timeless voids
only when I breathe or live, I keep your shadow
inside my brain
Love is just a hopeless ornament that I wear now.

It won't go away, or go dull, precisely
The most unbearable grief
And you won't feel it, its earthly for you
It is mine, my possession like a turbid river.
 
Your smile, I consistently dream of
its my perceived heaven
Its very often that your image shines in my vision
 
It takes me into possession of loss, poverty
Ardent verses of mine, never meant to be seen
Broken yearnings mine to celebrate alone.
 
My spells probe the future in secret
Evening utterly blood red, where I must endure
Without future appointments with you.
 
Without news of how you left me
I must carry a piece of you with me everywhere
Memory, wounds, burns, that no body,
But your tawny hands can set right.

© 2013 Balkaran Sidhu


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This is great! Really can relate and it is kind of gritty and really on of the most raw pieces I've read from you. Great job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


absence really makes a human sore and full of grief.........
but it also intensifies the feeling of love...........
well penned........................

Posted 11 Years Ago


Our ways always return to whence we came. Our journeys are to help us grow stronger and to be of support to each other. Nice write.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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