I only want to know,
to dream
how your caress would feel
so dizzy for contact,
making me reel.
Unsure how to act,
not good at this game anymore.
But
sure that your love
will seep through my pores
and
expose my soul,
where
now in secret
grows a weedy garden
of needy wasteland.
Where
angst and pain
flows like rain
through the dream-cluttered
gutters of my brain.
My mind
screams a silent
refrain of mistakes.
And in
my dreams,
all that I yearn
seems so far away,
on the highest summit,
out of reach.
But
for now
I have to teach
myself to wait,
willing fate to
deliver one day.
(c)gautami.tripathy 2005
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Comments: 4
love ebbs and flows throughout
I also write poetry and this is a credit to you
Love those lines! This was awesome...I love how you express so much with such economy of words. Well done gautami!
It is one of my better efforts. But I never thought of it as long song! How poetry means differently to different people. Its more of a poem about deepest of longing and craving.Words were playing around in my mind and it came out with deep feelings. I was kind of experimenting with internal rhyming here. Despite all that its very personal.
Thanks folks for liking it.