It feels great to share with you all my hundredth creation on love. It has been almost thousand days by now since I have began writing poems and articles. It has been a busy fortnight. First week went off in finding a house and second getting in along with the alien neighbors and surroundings. I had cultivated a weird hobby since my college times to store all the chat texts I receive. ‘The Love So far’ is inspired from the texts that I received from the one who I think made me feel what living is. I went on reading the texts and the conversation became as animated as yesterday’s talk. I kept my mobile aside, sauntered in the balcony watched the moon grouped by the stars. The only thing now we had in common was the one I gazed now – sky laden stars. All lost was the way we had come in life to achieve the dreams which we thought would be realized and got daggered away in the end…! I closed my eyes, which missed its eyelids resting far somewhere and wrote this…!
I feel her fingers in my palm…
Rubbing and scratching it all the time
Her tender thumbs and shiny nails
All this she does to make me go smile…
Often I feel her lips fused onto mine…
Making me dumb; putting me out of sign
It cuts me off from the world sometimes…
Animating my warmth; flashing back the rosy time…
I feel the clouds shaping like her gestures
Makes me laugh whenever I move alone
And when I see her radiant face dancing over
Makes me look mad as I move along…
My love for her and the way I miss her
Flows from my blue pen and floats on paper…
With I exposed to the world to compete...
And the aboriginal soul left somewhere to feel incomplete...!!!
Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier
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