I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE WITH MY BLOOD...

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...

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I have mixed feelings as I read this. On one hand, I admire that you have a distinctive unique writing style that delivers a strong voice. You have a strong flavor of drama in the way you express feelings or observations, often sounding like exaggeration. The reason I have reservations about this is becuz it seems to have an old-fashioned flair that I'm not used to reading. It actually reminds me of reading the Bible, which is not something I consider easy reading. I guess I'll have to read more of you to see if this is your steady style or if you have other ways of writing too. I can't say that I would be drawn to reading only this kind of baroque dramatic love professions, as it doesn't feel relatable. Who really feels like this? I can only admire your writing as a well-crafted relic in a museum. I don't mean this as a put-down. Lots of people strive to write like this & for these people, it's great writing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[SAGAR]

It felt great to read your words, and the candid intent to read more to conclude finally about the style and diction.
I believe every writer whosoever considers himself/herself to be one especially a poet...composes a song what he or she has already seen. And this is correct also...perhaps I believe and trust me this is my belief only that a poem is about taking your readers along with in your own dream. This is what I tried to...in this poem. I didn't know if the dream I saw came out be ancient one :) :)
I don't have any control over my dreams, perhaps no one has... I really appreciate your time taken to be a visitor to my museum, I welcome you and look forward to host you again whenever at your leisure time. Till then, let's all dream and dream and hold a quill...to compose more lyrics...
Many Thanks... :)