PAST TENSE
I just can’t concentrate so I decided to write to you. It’s queer I can’t get you on the line and I am afraid to sms you.. I don’t even know when you will read this. I feel in my being a razor sharp pain but I can’t define it. Only I know it’s a kind of silence, creeping in upon me, a vast ocean which has lost its blue. I am looking at the books you have given me. I am looking how you have addressed me, my name written in that bold scrawl, in fact, I am looking at you. I desire you but the moment I finish typing my desire is already a past tense.
I do not know
where you are
nor the circuits
that create rhythm
in you.
But I want to know
did you think of me?
Now the sky is slate
the rain almost about to fall
and the earth eager for love.
I am remembering you
your sun-browned hand writing
the computer screen full with
heavy words.
Are you thinking of me
are you?
That was too good mam...I am gonna think of someone who wants me to think..hehe Love Gul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words stitched together and given meaning by the power of your own thought. I have often pondered the same question, though not quite so beautifully. Be Well