Borrowed Love

 

  

I know
you are not mine

not mine to keep
only borrowed
like
a song from somebody else´s radio
fleeting happiness snatched from the wind ...

You were
an unexpected gift
like
a sudden burst of rain in the desert
a rainbow arching through the break of cloud
a blinding smile lighting a sullen face

I know
you are not mine

not mine to hold
not more than I could hold water with bare hands
or catch a cloud
or stop a flock of cranes flies south in the fall


I know
you will drift from me with the wind ...
in a day or in a year

And yet
I feel the loss already
long before really I lost you

Before I stand
transfixed
helpless tears
desperate longing
a child that has watched her kite being carried off by the wind

And I stare at an empty sky
lonely
and lost
no more than that torn-off string in my hand  ....





This song is from a Hindi classic love story "Prem Rog" ....

Always loved this song ...

Mere kishmat me tu nehin shayad ...
Meh kyun thera inthesare kartha hun
Me tujhe kal bhi pyare kartha tha
Me tujhe ab bhi pyare kartha heh
Me tujhe pyare karega ...

If you are not my destiny
Why then am I waiting for you
I loved you yesterday
I love you today
and I shall love you tomorrow ....

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Sometimes the songs playing are not from our own instruments or radios but fit our moods perfectly. Who knows what sweet music may be playing away from the sound of artillery and exploding bombs. People come and go in our lives like actors with bit parts and eventually, only the star or the narrator remains. We are left with memories and sighs. I enjoyed the read. Hope you are well. F.

[Wildecat]

This is a fantastic love poem, thanks for sharing.