Monday, May 7, 2018

Clasped hands and soft whispers

(A poem I wrote 8-9 years back...)

The clasped hands,
Don't know what they mean to you;
But to me they mean a lot, the clasped hands,
Which mean the freedom to dream!  1

Your closed-lips on mine,
Don't know what they mean to you;
To me those lips are things foreign;
Whose taste I have never dreamed I could dream!  2

And the soft bite of mine on your cheeks;
Don't know what they mean to you;
For me its all the luck I can hold fast to;
In a particularly unlucky life, that means a lot you see!!  3

That sweet body odour from your clothes,
Don't know what it means to you
For me its the aroma of dream and hope,
Which I am getting the glimpse of after such a long time. 4

Those soft whispers saying "I love you"
Don't know what they mean to you;
For me they are eternal songs of life and panacea!
Which I have longed for ever but got just now!!   5

Soft kisses and soft whispers,
Making a soft moment make hard marks
For my life which was dull and damp;
Credit goes to you my love;
Don't care if you will be there "for ever" for me or not;
Don't care if you will be "all mine" or not;
What I got from you in moments, worth life times;
Will last a life time;
Clasped hands and soft whispers....!!   6

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