Archive | January, 2012

The Visit to a Dear One

12 Jan

To sigh, was the only thing to do
When we met.
Seeing you on that morning,
My mind raced forward,
And hugged you warm.
But my body,
Cold from the weather outside,
Stayed still on the couch,
Offering only a weak handshake
To greet you.
At night, while talking,
My mind was busy.
Running invisible fingers through your hair,
Kissing your cheeks,
Mouthing mute endearments,
While my body stayed,
Stiff and numb.
My hands clasping a book,
Lips shut tight,
With only my eyes
Engaged watching your sweet face,
Your shapely nose, and,
Your innocent eyes.
May be it is that I am a good boy.
A virtuous boy.
And it may be that,
The heat of virtue dries up the springs of love.
For, when we parted,
I felt no sorrow,
No remorse over the separation.
I didn’t even want to shake hands with you.
All I wanted then
Was to get away,
Get away from you,
Get away from this strange dangerous love,
To my city, far far away
And to dive deep
Into the cozy anonymity,
Of the madding crowds therein.

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