Treasure Island

shveta sahal


Shadow


I perch as luscious incense of lily
Your smirks as mine
And tears all the more,
Condone raucous words of kin
Sweaty sinews of hard work
Dying a little inside every time
With memory of Beloved’s touch
Longing to see the angelic face
Agony to make a place here
To prove myself at every step
Prick of thorns and touch of dew
Joy of meeting friends
Pain of saying good byes
Awful loneliness diminishing soul
Urge to speak to cherished one
Never asked how I feel
Assumed I am flourishing
Just like you…
Can I be blamed for leaving you?
If only you can’t see me
In murk silently amidst throes
I am there just beside you,
But did you fling little harder?
Perhaps for me just one more time
In your darkest hour
And you shall catch me
This time
Standing next to you… devotedly

Submitted: Monday, July 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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