FELT YET DELAYED

By Aswini Sivadasan

The dream where I do dwell is you_

The honey I’ve ever missed to taste is you,

My Repressed love.

You become the reason for my inner frictions,

Whether I could get your hand or not?

Whether I could leave or forget you?

Our eyes were met,

Diagnosed of what we are born for.

Our hearts have concealed

What we are for each other.

I am not I am like in the past,

I am _ you, in all my nerves.

Ringing all the time to cogitate.

Take your time, I am all yours.

Do you feel the love I have for you?

You are the mystery of my myth

Are you feeling my presence even in my absence?

It’s hard for me to accept that:

You don’t have the same feeling that I have.

You are the muse that I have in my words,

The sensing senses of me.

Deranged, I am on you.

The silhouette of my breath is you;

How can I! How I can…

Why you haven’t come to me yet,

To explore my heart yet.

I have no other choice.

Other than to ruminate on you.

You are the steward of my joy,

Let me live in my world,

The world_ I am with you.

You are the precious possession;

Ever I had; let me live with me,

In the realms of dreams.

Hoping that You would knock

My doors of dreams to take

Me into the chariot of reality.

Come fast, before the extinction

Of my ashy dust.

By Aswini Sivadasan