The Parallel Eternity of my Love

There hasn't been a greater gift

Then the rich odor of your thoughts

that I live with.

I miss you this much yet

How is it possible to think of you and not smile

When there lives such sweet and bitter

memories between us.

 

But why do I have to live

like I have someone to return to

I know how scary the void in my cave awaits

To torture me with why I can’t feel you in my life.

 

I must be an idiot to be in love with you,

some human form of god

I am miserable and I pray

As you enslave me with the suspense in your silence

with something what god has responded to me always.

 

I close my eyes so that I can see you clearly

Oh the little life in you that I stretch my hand to

Yet it is the same that yearns from which it is owned

The world you barely want to open yours eyes to.

 

If it’s not love why do your words enervate me

Whisper to me then how love feels in your heart

Because I feel like a predator in the mercy of a prey

I swear these are the risks of love I was never taught.

 

Take a close look at me my almost sweetheart

There’s not much difference between me and you

For I’m just like you chasing fading dreams

Looking for a single whisper to prove you’re not alone.

Look at me my lost mistress

my heart beats in the rhythm of your name

It is a dejected piano, dragged into slow silence

Would you just let me

unplug my heart and hand it to you

So you can be visible and face my mortality with me.

Reviews

[Dayran]

Bal ... I think you got that reversed about mortality ... it appears to me you ... your words ... thoughts ... sensations and impulses are the immortal aspect. The other may be just simply human ... on account of that it is impossible for the two to mix. Nice write.

[Pallavi Chaturvedi]

So touching poem Mr. Balkaran.. It seems you are heart broken but just don''t worry coz life still moves on.