The Keeper

Although I do not see you, I love you
If I see you I’d have to see you smile

For no smile is much surreptitious
And no one, have I loved more erstwhile

My struggle is harsh and return is vague
And my journey and harbor is passion

The unchanging earth has drained my soul
And life among people lacks compassion

Before I leave, I wish to see you once
So that I can carry your smile with me

If my hands get bloody, my soul tainted
In that dark hour will your smile save me

I’m afraid of going too far to return;
For I’ll become heavy and immobile

But I will love you in this fire and blood
And I will be the keeper of your smile.


The Wound

There is no resolution to be sought
For a matter as much obscure as this

I still crave for signs in your direction
For ignorance is anything but bliss

Perhaps something does come out of despair
As I’ve written many paeans for you

But what indeed is their worth, when
The only poem I want to write is you

With time I find myself more damaged
As if I have lost all that I have been

And from where should the light enter, for
The wound of my heart cannot be seen

The Purpose

Whenever I think of letting you go
The compelled universe sends a sign

As if I’m destined to wait forever
And my feelings are meant to stay entwined

What agenda does this universe have?
What game is it I am oblivious to?

For you have vowed to alienate yourself
From all desire and passion – a coup

Much enervating is this mere practice
Yet it breathes more life into this carcass

This conflict bears a striking resemblance
To a time of suffering and sheer darkness

But I know, I would have it all with you
And it’s too much risk for the universe

As this would mean it has lost its lover
And so it controls this unending curse

This is then my only presumed purpose
To carry on, with the unrequited

And I will take much pride in this one day
When I own flames, in you, reignited


It’s the cold winds, it’s the vague skies
It’s the dark nights, it’s December

It’s when the buds begin sprouting
It’s when homes glow with dying embers

It’s the death of bitter old love
It’s for the new flames to sparkle

It’s when matters conclude for good
It’s when new hope sways a mortal

It’s the mornings that crave the sun
It’s the evenings to remember

It’s the month of all upheavals
It is, yours truly, December

Burned with Desire

Ever since I became a proponent,
I have but lost my only argument

There is something new I now long for
A desire, however, impertinent

To ask you, if my efforts weren’t enough?
Or was my love overwhelming for you?

Or was I erroneous to stare with my soul?
Or was it darkness I bore that scared you?

But the answers to these will be futile
As I’d have to forget you, regardless

I’ve adjourned a case in your name ere
And I close another to end this mess

My love for you enriches day by day
It is but a truth of this life, and thus;

Sadly, we love the people the most,
Especially when they do not want us

The Resignation

Argument of you and love has progressed
A reason for this case has been devised

The cause is your mystical, warm aura
The effect is so compelling yet disguised

I feel as if I’m home in your presence
If this world is not all cruel and selfish

I feel as if the time has held its breath
If this inner chasm is being replenished

And I have seen my sadness in your eyes
The windows to darkness you’ve held inside

Our driven souls still long for something
Striving to not yield our crowning pride

I’ve only had a few moments with you
But it feels like I’ve known you forever

Reckon it’s true what’s said about old souls
They can, indeed, recognize each other

Now if you realise this too, do not come
For I dwell in a place; there’s no return

I wish you to be content and at peace
As time’s come for this case to be adjourned

The Epiphany

Why shall I speak of the damage of love?
When it rejuvenates me just as much

In love, people happen to say too much,
But for me, words do not work as my crutch

I reminisce the time I fell in love,
As my remaining days go passing by

I’ve realised the only love I now feel
The unrequited as the end draws nigh

But what was so unusual about you?
An epiphany unveiled at one sunrise:

In darkness ere, I had craved for light
Yet stars were situated in your eyes

It was in the moment I gazed upon
A face fashioned by the hands of nature

There isn’t much left to my regret now,
As lost moments cannot be recaptured