These Days.... Poem by Mayur Varshne

These Days....

Bonjour belle femme!

My presence must infuriate you,

I know, I am your bete noire;

but, I beg you to stay,

I have something to say.



Thesedays,

a strange passion has found its way;

it grows in strength, every now and then;

it rebels against my composure, again and again!

My composure, which suffers in silence,

finally wants to give away;

I must say

all that I have to say!



Thesedays,

you have occupied the territory of my mind;

I think of only you, all the day.





The depth of your sedate eyes

intoxicates me into brief moments of profound joy

which I had never thought could ever exist;

Moments of togetherness,

moments of harmony,

moments of sheer bliss!

On recovering my sense of reality,

I am left wondering,

if a mere glimpse of theirs fills me with such glee

as if I was a little boy with his cherised toy,

with what boundless joys,

such moments await me!





The thoroughness of your tough spirit

insults the careless, reckless man in me!

But I soon find it to be bewitching!

I realise,

to my utter surprise,

you ought to be my muse,

you ought to be with me!





Such a strong, virtuous core,

but,

with all the prettiness and delicacy to the fore!

The arrogant man in me had never known

a woman to be worth a vast treasure!

The spartan in me, too, discovers

a woman to be the strongest allure!





Beyond the dark clouds of gloom,

I see the light of happiness again;

all the pain feels tolerable again;

After years, I feel love again!

After ages, the brute knows

what it is to be a human again!





My heart beats like never before;

I feel a passion so pure,

my soul rightly believes,

you are to stay in my heart

for the longest tenure.



You dare not

call me a perverted liar today!

I say,

you are the love of my life!

You will remain with my soul

for the rest of my life,

each and every day.

It happens once in a blue moon,

on the rarest day,

when a diehard cynic

empathises with the love crazed fools,

and,

yearns to follow the love crazed fools' ways,

in the near future,

some very fine day!

Friday, November 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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