LOVE ME MORE...FOR A CHANGE...

LOVE ME MORE...FOR A CHANGE...

A Poem by SAGAR

LOVE ME MORE, FOR A CHANGE…

 

I allow my emotions to settle at most safe and secured place inside heart

The pace of your expectations often tries to break open and tear it apart…

 

Whom should I curse, how should I behave when you are not around, and I need you the most

Your absence was the sole reason that I passed my youth while tied to a stranded post…

           

If I was not your choice at all, you should have lynched me there and then

I rested in peace until you saw me again today; I wonder if this is a good or bad omen…

 

Nobody is willing to light my pyre; even the logs of wood I lie on cannot bear my weight

It seems as if some passionate fire melts me though or is it you gazing at me straight…

 

Someone takes away my hands and feet the moment you leave from my embrace

I cannot write anymore…I cannot walk either; I am unfit to express this disgrace…

 

This is a weakness that I am unable to protect my sentiments from getting hurt

You consume me from head to toe and still do not want my behavior to be curt…

 

Some get cured by taking sedatives while some hospice but my medication is silence

This may be for a month or lifetime…you can treat me breathless and offer condolence…

 

Whichever mirror I pass on and do not see your picture, I hit it hard with my fist

You ignore all broken pieces on the floor for a long time as if I cease to exist…

 

There are plenty of familiar doors around me but I have lost the bunch of keys

You didn’t call my name once in spite of watching me ailing from behind the trees…

 

I am used to composing a poem while consistently looking at your face and luscious lips

You went into secret hiding and thus I write on situations and mundane gossips…

 

Tears fill eyes as I recall the scene of applying vermilion on parting of your hair

I bow my head in reverence for infinite sacrifices and your commitment to enshrine our affaire…

 

You have spent the whole lot of time in pointing out my mistakes and chinks in the armor

Love me instead My Dear! Love me more, for a change…just fill me complete in this enamor…

 

I am sick; I am turning weak My Dear! Give me your breath My Dear…

Why don’t you love me more, for a change and forget the rest…

 

© 2018 SAGAR


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Added on June 26, 2018
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SAGAR
SAGAR

Amritsar, Punjab, India



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GHAZAL GHAZAL

A Poem by SAGAR


GHAZAL GHAZAL

A Poem by SAGAR





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