Instead, I Went up to her...

By Rajiv Gohil

You are a concept his heart yearns to inhale,

More, every second, as if you’re breath itself.

His antiquated sense of morality,

For the idea of Red, fades each time,

You walk by.

He is completely unaware,

Whether he glances out of greed or sheer starvation,

Restlessness ravishes through him, 

A silent ache in every stolen look.

He knows how to tame liquid, to glide through it with grace,

Yet every half fortnight, he kicks and fights,

And still, he drowns in your streams,

Pulled under by tides only you stir.

With an ocean of words, unpolished, raw,

Lacking diplomacy, he spoons them to your lips.

Yet you spit them out.

The taste of his truth left hanging.

How can your elegant round eyes miss his?

But he is chained, by chains that fear pain,

and he’s afraid that to hold you would let his darkness,

drizzle down upon your sunshine.

So, he stands there, word bound,

Trapped by his own quiet despair,

Watching, wanting, inhaling you mirroring a rare ...

By Rajiv Gohil