Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 1, Number 1. May 2018. ISSN: 2581-7094
Paperboats on a River
As I walk
by the river bank in the sunshine...
With
red roses for the love unknown...
I
meet a face, I greet a face...
The
face reflects in my cell phone...
In
the mellow warmth of the winter mornings...
Or
in the moist eyelashes of the never-ending rain...
I
have only tried to write my story by the river...
My
heart leaps and falls back now and then...
As
I crush the blank papers with hatred most...
Memories
come and go like poems and prose...
Every
character of my story is dull and grey...
The
grief as the muse helps me to compose...
Ah
love! Let the soul mates rest in fiction,
In
the torn pages of every love story...
For
love and hatred are always without reason...
Someday
we shall surely bask in each other’s glory...
Like
paperboats on a river feelings fade away...
Every
passing fancy has numerous shadows...
We
are all experts in lying like truth...
Yet
some lies are always lovely as the rose...
Feelings Riverine
A
mirror in the river...reflections riverine...
After
thousands of years I bid adieu...
The
river of love fades in the ocean of hatred...
In
the hatred which Arnold knew.
Your
lips will touch others but surely not mine...
I
shall watch effortlessly with feelings riverine...
Some
words will remain unspoken...
Some
promises are meant to be broken...
Today
I shall not gift you sun and rain...
As
hearty melody surpasses a poet’s pain...
You
will share some story but surely not mine...
I
shall watch effortlessly with feelings riverine...
I
shall float...I shall float...until I meet the ocean...
I
shall live...I shall live...until the masks immerse...
My
story will come floating in the river...
That
story...Always precious than my verse...
True
love is ideal, but surely not mine...
I
am watching effortlessly with feelings riverine...
Always Like a River
A
flurry of feelings high and low...
Always
like a river you and I flow...
Sometimes
we fight for days and nights...
And
that painful memory always delights...
As
I walk by the river for a thousand years,
I
see the water splashing on the feet with my tears...
Staying
in love is not easy, the heart already knows...
Yet
like a river life always flows....
Always
like a river the feelings twist and turn...
And
every night with fury I love to crash and burn.
I
hate the harsh truth as I love the beautiful lie...
As
the river too, loves the ocean...none can deny...
In
this dusk I confess that I hate to love...
I
look at the shades of golden clouds above...
The
heart melts in the sunset sky...
And
always like a river, sometimes I die...