I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE WITH MY BLOOD...

I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE WITH MY BLOOD...

A Poem by SAGAR

I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE WITH MY BLOOD...

 

I wandered everywhere on earth...I cruised the entire sky in search of my sweetheart

She had a permanent abode in my soul though I couldn’t notice her nimble presence and assert...

 

I ask similar question to every mirror that comes on my way, ‘When did you last see her?’

The world ignores me; some call me lunatic as if I will never find this answer...

 

Time doesn’t care and runs post-haste whenever we meet after such a long interval

It’s impossible to live without her; memories we build together can’t turn our separation to act as fictional...

 

I deliberately walk in fire, I sit on the shore...I purposely stand on one feet at edge of cliff

Let my destiny choose from rising flames, high tide or windstorm; how long it can stay stiff...

 

Her touch cures all my ailments, her breath lights up an extinguished candle

Oh God! Please make her mine...forever, when will you perform this miracle...

 

I was told that if one worships a stone with pure devotion, it can break into tiny pieces

Everyone forces me to wear a mask but I want to be seen as a lover who can fulfill all her promises...

 

I wish to tear apart pages of my life which don’t have her reflection

Throw me into a vessel of boiling water or cut my veins with a knife if ever I am without her sensation...

 

I wonder why moon is embarrassed to see me standing at a specific place every night

Take me to the one who governs this celestial; innumerable stars shimmer in sky while I desire for only one to embrace me tight...

 

Find me one spot in the vast desert where wind or rain cannot erase her name   

Which door should I knock now, what should I do today...tell me whom should I blame..?

 

I read the Holy Bible, Bhagwad Geeta, Adi Granth, and Quran to divert my mind and attain nirvana

Spiritualism pulled me neck-deep but when I close eyes, she is in front; her hands and feet are filled with henna...

 

If she cannot send her smiles, ask her to lend me some tears

Do not try to test my perseverance; I haven’t wept even once since years...

 

Ink turns completely dry from my pen the moment I begin to write a word on blank page

There is no option left except to scribble with my blood and complete our life’s collage...

 

I will continue to write for My Beloved...

...Until the last drop of blood remains...


© 2017 SAGAR



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SAGAR
SAGAR

Amritsar, Punjab, India



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YOUR LOVE... YOUR LOVE...

A Poem by SAGAR