If only I could
Tuck in cosiness
Those troubles you carry
Frozen by trauma.
If I could, perchance
Borrow the travails,
Fraying, threadbare…
Your rug, by the
Hearth of your passions…
If I could, then,
Add my love
As that blanket,
Shielding you from
The stray demons that
Lurk, in the dark,
Cover cobwebby corners of your
Hurting soul…
You know, don’t you?
I really am.
You’re long gone
In the distant realms
Of a far away
Thought galaxy.
But your heart beats
In sync with mine.
And that is how
Across the vastness of
This short distance
Across this table
Where we sit –
I shall lend my comfort.
In each beat
Wherein I love, live.
So that you may.
21 March, 2017
Online, blogged via app on mobile, after writing in long hand.
For the love of poetry (not that this qualifies 😛 ) on World Poetry Day 2017.
Also, Happy Nawroz, Gulshan Gev Bamboat, dear friend and constant, here on this blog too! ❤
April 14, 2017 at 3:20 pm
Systematically going backwards these past three days
And now, in wonder, open-mouthed, i gaze
That you lend your comfort
And make that extra effort
To wish me Nawroz! Yet again you amaze!
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April 24, 2017 at 8:14 am
Me? Me? Amaze?
Gulshan, you are the wonder woman here! Bless you! ❤ And thank you, infinitely!
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April 24, 2017 at 10:14 am
🙂 ❤
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