Forlorn is thy spirit!
With shallow breaths life is escaping..
The bubbles sprouting on swirl of time’s conspiracy.
Arduous is thy moment with treachery of my alien heart.
Panoramic is the mystic mimics of mockery
with mirage of my own shades of shadows.
Life is jostling to find the edge on the knot of darkness.
Behind those hills where woods are dense and the sexton’s whistle blow’s
as my beloved’s call of the midsummer’s nights dream.
Under the blissful sky with jewels of twinkling stars
Wine of sea and that island of Madagascar
where nature was playing the violin of freezing breeze
and the forlorn spirit in dictum’s tone was singing Rusalka
or, at times pleased with the Rubayi of Omar Khayyam
or was knocking the defiant sea with Galib’s ghazal
and at far the cacophony of cities were fainting
jazz and pops playing at discos unheard.
With the sonata of symphony at poet’s heart
in the wildness of ballads of many a Shakespearian attributes.
The daffodils were yet dancing as a nature’s bliss
or to soothe the soul of Wordsworth?..
Amidst all the forlorn spirit was riding the white horse
to encircle and captivate the rainbow as a promise to his beloved
with a red Rose in his hands dreamy spark in his black eyes
and with shivering lips with hopes ,dreams and desires
the unbeatable warrior was surrendering to the doped mirage of ” LOVE”
whilst she was unfolding the curls of her long hair with a yawn.
His heart rained unfurling the rainbow and in deepest of seclusion
tears were splashing as colours to shade the terminus between life and death.
For thy forlon’s spirit’s birth was a curse for love wasn’t in his destiny and the irony,
he was a great lover for he will wait till eternity or till the judgemental day comes
as of apocalyptic of Bible or by Muhammed’s teachings
for then the void will fill the gap of infinite
and the fortitude of time and relation will collapse.
For it will be the unconditional eternal untired wait of someone
Someone to find his one and only love
Love that will bind the “Gitanjali” and “Women in love”
to witness the surreal union of dusk and dawn.
It’s the ethereal “One and Only love “Of mine
that will breach the protocol of death
For I die every moment
as an euphoric narcissist in love with death..!
© Maya Dev 2014 Dec