I was too young as well as old...

love-poetry

I was too young as well as old,
Too shallow and cold.
And in the streets like the streets 
Never found a heart like my own ,
And a body to which my heart beats belong.

At the end of street,
Headlights rushed on the tarred coarse road
Lurking behind the building 
was my mind and my soul.
 

Taking me by my hand ,
He pulled me into his broad arms,
Heart on heart.
And my head touching his chin
Tall he towered me 
I resisted he came closer
I tried to break free
He clasped me more tightly
So close 
So close.
Until my breaths and hairs 
Blended with his own.
It rained there and here too
And the rains I hate , he knew
Still he didn’t let go of my hand
Purple red with love 
Was that clutch.
And for the first time ,
I found joy in hurt
We drenched in the rain
Like the rain that I was in love in my last birth
Our clothes wet ,
Sticking to our body 
And two faces flowing with the water .

I mustered all the courage I gathered in my seven lives
To catch his eyes 
Which were fixed on me , 
Staring deeply and madly
Inside my clothes , in my skin , in my ligaments
In my bones and soul.
I found the water 
Like the water we drank to quench the thirst
Flowing from his forehead to the chin.
Monochrome he was
  Galvanized in love and innocence 
At the eyelids there were drops
Like the diamonds which are forever 
So were the unspoken promises ..
He released my hand , 
But I couldn’t release myself.
A hand paralyzed in air
One clutching his white shirt.
The water converged on the tip 
Of his sharp nose,
Reminded me of leaves and dew
For he was becoming more and more my nature
And me , his exploiter , a human
He , a god of love.
The lips were all water ,pink water
Like mine 
And were silent
And were eloquent
And were whispering me the words
Words , yes the words
Every letter of which
Made love with 
My silence
To give me a voice , 
A whole sun of hope.
See what he did to me?
A little unintentional brush of his body
Against mine
Heaven did came to us 
All the birds sat down,
Animals he befriended also surrounded us..
To see what he has done to me
What he did ?
What he did?
He hushed my fears ,
Took my hand and pulled out 
That fluttering butterfly .
He silenced my doubts
And inspired a flight.
The broad bold chest 
Was like ,
I cuddled myself wholly in him
Never to depart 
And to write my love story 
In his very own words.

Author's Note

love is the solution! :)

Reviews

[Utkarsh Singh]

gud one ,....keep writing

[Eternal Poet]

Beautiful!! Great poem!!

[Anshu]

thank you for reading..:)

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it s very twisting piece . i love it. your words at this poem is like fire great imaginery .i read it and make s me i am tottaly in. very impresive . thank you

[Anshu]

thank you so much for stopping by and reading. am humbled..:)

[Fede]

You can't never be tired of love poems, every single one is different and perfect. I love the ending: "i cuddled myself wholly in him, never to depart, and to write my love story in his very own words".
Looking forwards to read more of you.

[Anshu]

yes we can never ever be tired of love poems! thank you for kind words! :)
more of my work are on my blog http://readingbreed.blogspot.in/ . hope you like them..:) and i will be sharing my work here too

[dw817]

You mention exploitation. Aren't we all a little exploited in matters of the heart and emotion ? :)
Very good poem, Anshu.

[Anshu]

yes we are..:D thank you for reading :) am humbled

[Aguilar]

Aww absolutely beautiful great poem

[Anshu]

thank you for reading..:')