A poignant love poem by Anca.
Love!… of so much yearning
I do not know how to count my steps anymore…
of so much longing I grew a forest
on the verge of the World…
of so much craving even the soul
has taken the color of Time!…
Life!.. keeps biting me voluptuously,
wakefulness has become my domain,
because of so many summers
with grizzled blizzards…
Love!… of so much yearning
even our distances have become slippery…
of so much longing I have learned
the rhythm of the occurrences,
to scratch the trees’ crusts
so my soul may remain untarnished,
no fears to enclose me
and the sight of our route not to be adrift…
Of so much longing, my Love
even nights lost their prominence,
I wriggle among silenced innuendos
but my Love bloomed in a vertex
and an asymmetrical parabola surges its sensations…
Love!… of so much yearning
I have gathered belated dawns,
meeting you only at the junction
between deja vu and wingbeats…
I master each day how to love my tears
and plant unspoken seeds so,
your Sky will make them grow…
On the verge of my World
the Oblivion has just started!…
Just a stone remains bewildered!
Even the night smells of amnesia…
In this bittersweet longing
my heart took your heart’s frame!…
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths
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