We Lost Our Run Poem by Rites Ghosh

We Lost Our Run



what are these weeping eyes
at the corner of bed?
purdon my slip-dear, purdon-
all that's left of me melts dead
in this cloudy night -becauuse,
you weep down the hours
and all 've gone down heavy
right in love's drooping bowers-
purdon my eyes if ever they drift
and turn me out of you,
hold the pledge: this gleaming rose
never to lose thy perennial view-
the rose of mind I hold over hand
and the hand can't miss the magic
I'll go and rub your crystal sorrow
with passion's golden stick-

our love, in younger days
goes with an untiring happiness,
with tendrils of desires green
you cling and lean
upon the whole of me,
I'd sing our way to lead you
down different destiny-

in the enamoured body stream,
feather like floated all of us
to that golden margin of dream-
you reclined upon me and I
lolled over the pleasures
behind tranquil realm of sky-
took our sportive mad days
like the bold gallant race
towards the younger sun-
with time's rein in our hand
we would brim and run-

yet sometimes down the earth,
if on some unknown curve of time
mind's sad bells would chime,
I woke up, shuddered
and through your sorrow's pass
waded hard
to reach you for sure-
and my hand knew what balm
it needed, my love would cure:

now, from that silver motioned youth
so many furlongs away,
stand we the unknown companions
at the most unbecoming day:

hours' green hands ruptured now
showing their tissues vain
musky love's myth is done-
in mind's shadow lane
we've locked up all our choices,
when love's fugitive,
my hands grow balmless-
your tears, silent and unpurdoning
unlike those of our youth
have changed meaning:
I cannot rub the difference
as I feel, the love we lived
was only too immense
beyond an axis of imagined time-
you were too far and I too away
went different day by day,
under spuriously blind sun
and saw at day's end
we lost our run...

Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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