Where do I bury my sorrows?
Where do I find the spade of love?
Find me, while there is still time
There might be no heaven above;
Meet me when I am still one
Cold, futile yet gentle.
In my dreams, the sun has gone
And the darkness looks too vile.
There is a memory so familiar,
The mind fails to have it annihilated:
Girded by fear, a visage unclear,
Hundreds of time, my eyes have bled,
But I am still here...
Anxious atonements take their time
Inside the walls of glass;
I have a feeling, of conspiracy
Rising from under the petals of the vase.
The fragrant flowers make me sick
Away from me, you are my nurse-
I'm losing strength, I feel weak
Heal me before my breathing rests.
'I am not yet forsaken':
A blinding faith, a mysterious miracle-
A blinding faith on my maiden,
A prophecy delivered by the Oracle,
Thus, I am still here...
I am still here, breathing in, slow and deep
Trying to fall asleep.
The sun had gone into another day
Thus I do all, to have you stayed.
Love is a gift, found by those who wait
And taken care of, those castaways.
I have a will : we will find a way,
And I am here, so that, you can stay;
And I will still, be here...
©himadri_chekanidhara
17-01-2017
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