The Bridge Across Forever

I belong to twilight,
in the silence
between worlds,
where things
are always arriving,
ending,
beginning,
without names.

I belong to dawn
in the stillness
between breaths,
where things
are always leaving,
dying,
being born,
without a whisper.

I belong
where nothing belongs,
only this life,
this body,
the bridge across forever
now.

इस मोड़पे मैं क्या करूँ?
छोड़ दूँ तुम्हें या बाँध लूँ?
इस तन में तन्हा उधार है
आखिर जीवन से कैसे जुदा रहूँ?

soliloquy

words 

come to me

in a poem

like a river 

flowing

to the ocean

somewhere

beyond,

a hopeless soliloquy

of a heart

finding its way

into oblivion.

just one tear

just one tear

finds its way

crawling

to the call of a heart

steeped in love

exploding

into the vagaries

of this stillness

devouring

every thought 

of you.

the grief of being human

there is a grief
beyond
this utter wilderness
of loss

it is the grief
that I could not see you

I could not feel
beyond this veil
shrouding the truth

the truth of love
and of being human,
with you.

trails of love

the sky quivers

with every breath

of a passing cloud,

as I lie here naked,

stretched across the shores

of two worlds,

dying slowly

from both ends,

with every sunset passing,

without you.

there is no freedom

in love

only trails of memories

dragged upon my aching back,

only the sands of time spent

together

falling softy into the abyss

of this heavy heart,

only the shocking stillness

of a mind gone weary,

drunk on love,

only the pangs

of what must be forgotten,

rivetted in the richness

of a yesterday

that can never be born

tomorrow.

yes,

there is no freedom 

in love