Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Sehnsucht

everytime i think of you, i get flushed with desire
and i remember the goose bumps on your arms and sometimes on bare shoulders
and i ask myself?
am i causing this?
am i the reason behind all this ?
that is happening to us?

i think of it most of the times
and unfortunately i find that
what i am doing is only a reaction!
its your existence
thats causing this all......

.....can i ever get my thoughts out of me...?
like torrential rain...............over you....
just like the rain......you love so much?
but then

why should i do that?
why should i change my form?
and become rain?

i feel i am already going there......
seeping there.............

where millions of rain drops
failed before to go.......

bhole

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

whom do u love this much?

Anonymous said...

Reading your poem reminded me of one I wrote earlier this year...perhaps it is a reaction to yours. It is called:

My love in repose

Of late, my love has metamorphosized,
taking on a stoic, phlegmatic form
One thus far unfamiliar to me

She is intolerant now,
of casual coffee meets that brew innuendos,
of eyes titillated by tantalizing form

She vanishes now,
at the scent of cajolery wafting in the air
at the sound of concerns callously conveyed

Perhaps one day,
when you feel valorously vulnerable,
On that oddly organic ocassion,
when chance frolics about,
Our paths will cross,

Then perhaps, my love will reshape,
Taking a form more familiar to me.

rainhues

Anonymous said...

this is a mesmerising poem too rainhues

Don Quixote La Mancha said...

hi
rainhues,

i never thought you will be so intricate and "oddly organic" in your thoughts.

i always longed o write something like this, something as common and yet so profound when looked in flashback.

you sound so certain about yourself here that for a moment i resented the idea that someone like you too have to wait for "chance to frolic" to reshape your love.

and i still wonder how valorously "vulnerable" you are.

bhole

Anonymous said...

Vulnerability is nothing but allowing yourself to be in the world.

Anonymous said...

two years now and it seems that time has come, when perhaps...

....
Perhaps one day,
when you feel valorously vulnerable,
On that oddly organic ocassion,
when chance frolics about,
Our paths will cross,

Then perhaps, my love will reshape,
Taking a form more familiar to me.