INTRO

What are we exactly and why?

What’s with the gentle pull or hesitating touch
Or the paper that you slid for me to tick?


What’s all the way blushing,
Missing me in trance bound gazes,
Stealing subtle- delight from my eyes, like I oft do with thine!
In the last night dream of mine : an undone reality?


“Thy heart knows thee well
That all of thine for me are closed and eternally dead.
But my heart knows me well
That all of mine are half-dead , half- buried alive, in reality undone?”

They say I am still affected by thine enamoured reflections:
They flood my dreams urging me to beguile it’s all alive for real!
Those regurgitations shall entail no leave -taking of thine or mine but all our happy smiles.

My heart still guards the swinging light
The lucent longing lying – powerless to be lit again in thine eyes.
That sags my heart with thousand fold pains,
Reverberating our divorced signs like a knolling knell.

There I hear thou faint, thine bloating horrid cries.
What are we exactly and Why ?
“I want to forget thee forever in my heart that shall though irrevocably pain.
But then I do not want to bear the pain of living without the life that gave me mine.”