How he'd Rush For You.

By Rajiv Gohil

He would bend the rings of Saturn,

He adorns the touch of destruction,

The pieces of those favourite stars,

Now rush through his skin,

Lighting up his veins,

The beauty of his chains,

The glistened velvety liquid in my eyes.

Just as the Gods bestow upon all living beings

A shooting star’s glimpse once in a while,

And then lament over the majority

Not admiring the celestial belle,

Made to dance across the night sky,

I exhale the thoughts of misery.

The gods banished me to a fragmented infinity of time,

The former piece tried to euphemize my existence,

Ended up being crushed under my hatred,

And the former lives, knowing every second

I wish for it to live on and on,

Even after my heart renounces life.

As his destined muse lacks the sights,

Of his frozen eyes admiring her warmth,

The misfortuned fingers no longer curl and hold,

Longing for love as stars sigh in silence,

A heart that waits, bound to infinity....

By Rajiv Gohil