Death, you always play games with me
In just a blink of an eye, you are so close to me
and as I close my eyes, spread my arms, to hug you, you are nowhere,
not anywhere, gone.
Leaving me in this pain, a friend now
but a cruel friend. Why?
What have I done that even after urging you to hold me tight just for sometime,
and give me the first and the last kiss,
which you have been offering others like me for ages now,
you are so unwilling?
It’s paining: my life ain’t strong enough to escape from the clutches of pain. Stuck!
What will I have to do, death, my lord, my love, to defeat this torment?
To slaughter my senses?
To put an end to every damn thing that kills me every passing minute, second?
You hear my voices, death, voices in voices, horrible voices, and quiet voices,
many times, most of the times,
but you don’t comfort me!
With what eyes are you seeing me write my ‘longing’ for you,
My love for you?
You: the only saviour — the only God — now.
Will you accept me?
I just wish you to come here smiling;
with no pre-conceived notion of leaving me in an instant.
Let this drunk see your bright face for sometime.
Approach me, my moon, like that innocent girl walking towards her prince charming slowly and happily.
And spread your soft hands over my body
and take my soul away.
That I have always wanted from you.
No blaming you, death, no worries, for taking me away so soon.
Haven’t I told you before?
Ain’t I telling you now?
You just do it.
When is the day?
When is the hour?
When the moment?
When the golden second?
When will you understand me?
My wanting for you to give me a few touches and the first and the last hug?
I am waiting. Own me.
—The poet enjoys seclusion and surfs the web. Always. [email protected]