Yearning for My Love

There’s a void in my heart where you used to be

It lives closer than my shadow, it won’t leave me free

At times it is bright sunlight filtered through my pain,

At times it is a poison that courses through my veins.

Always there’s a yearning I fail to withstand

Bitter-sweet its pangs I hardly comprehend.

Pulling at my heart strings, tormenting my mind

Memories are pleasures, although they confine.

There’s a void in my heart where you used to be

Spreading along my lifeline, beyond I cannot see.

The Desert

Plodding through sucking sands
Braving storms of dust,
Blinded by a blazing Sun
I've come to my Oasis.

Here shades are cool
Here leaves are green
Here pleasing breezes run
And my aching soul finds rest.

Yet my desert is a wily beast
That will not be appeased.
It crouches low, it growls, it snarls
And strikes again at ease.

It over runs my peaceful lair
It over turns my rest,
Marching in with trampling feet
My oasis it upsets.

My Broken Lute

Then in a trice my lute broke

and the music flowed out

like blood draining from mortal wound;

I felt no pain, my dumb heart beat in rhythm,

my numb brain recycled old songs

playing out a dead charade

while deep, deep sleep descended

on the blankness of my soul.

Will I awake? or will I sleep on?

Will I walk in this ever lasting daze?

A page torn from the tale of life

let me but float at wind's command

till another storm carries me

to my Second Coming.

He does not touch my heart any more

He does not touch my heart any more.
Sunshine were those days when he was mine
I flowered in many ways, when he was mine,
But the sun went down, and in the gloom
Those flowers whither, no fresh ones bloom
for he does not touch my heart again.

My days are blighted nights today
Howe'er I try sunlight will not stay,
Neon lights dispel the dark
but in them there's no warmth, they are too stark
to give me life, to keep me tied to shores
for now he does not touch my heart any more.

Search

What do I seek?
Is it the mountain peaks
that beckon from afar?
Yet when I reach
the lonely summit
white coldness I find ajar.

What do I seek?
Is it the endless blue
that gently undulate?
Yet when I swim
swirling waters
engulf, hopes to dissipate.

What do I seek?
Is it the glaring lights
that kill Kolkata's nights?
Yet when I walk
the day-night streets
darken the chambers of heart.

And in that gloom
all search ends.
My heart looks out no more
Is this peace?
Or is this a grave
that I have reached?