I await that knock
For that faceless face
the KNOCK
Which beats soft on the door
..and hard on the bosom
the KNOCK
In which I sense your wet lips
In which I gaze through your eyes
the KNOCK,
Which reminds the last time you came
the KNOCK
Which reiterates the prolonged longing
the KNOCK
Which whispers to meet my frozen emotions
the KNOCK
Which shatters the multitudes of my shelled silence
the KNOCK
Which knocks me off once again
...and MOCKS
For I was dreaming again..
my past would always go with me, but that the more I freed myself from facts and concentrated on emotions, the more I would come to realize that in the present there is always a space as vast as the steppes waiting to be filled up with more love and with more of life’s joy.
ReplyDeleteSuffering occurs when we want other people to love us in the way we imagine we want to be loved, and not in the way that love should manifest itself—free and untrammeled, guiding us with its force and driving us on !!