Longing
written by: Sangeeta Dey Roy
Beaten and weathered,
Ornamented with worry creases on the brow,
With anguish and yearning,
The heart takes strides,
With slow pace to the other side of the bridge.
Longing for indelible, pristine love.
For the redolent touch of the zephyr,
For the magical spell of the intoxicating blooms,
For the romantic drizzles in the mysterious, beckoning nights.
For the poems in the radiance of the Sunset,
For the lavish bliss of loyal warmth.
Whose flame never wanes.
For the hues in the skyline,
For a voyage with the shooting stars, into the majestic yonder beyond.
In the autumn of human age,
The tender, chirping heart seeks the mellow of love’s proclivity.
Tender, lucrative, divine.
In the dusk of the roadway,
Where mind delves deep in nostalgia fields,
The heart sits on the chariot of dreams and seeks.
For a resplendent dream
To vapourize the emptiness within.
The heart yearns, longs to live.
It begins to feel its fluttering wings.
