Thought I’d write me a poem

About somebody I do not know

It will not be an essay or a tome

Nor would it sing with joy or woe

Just an extension of the mind

A mirror on mankind

It reflects even that which you cannot see

For love is blind is yet a mystery

 

So here I sit and write or type

Words without ostentatious hype

Just emotions and feelings profound

An extension of the intensity that does abound

In me, you and life around

 

To start with who is she

A dream, fantasy or reality

I know she breathes

The air I exhale

I know her heart beats

If my complexion pales

I know too that she drinks my tears

She holds me hard and banishes my fears

 

She is the shining sun

She is the only one

She is the full moon and more

Her stars twinkle upon my shore

Her beauty sublime fades not

For feelings doth abate not

There is a life within

Which must O brethren

I need to live to die again

A prayer – Amen

 

A little about her

Well, she is everything

You want to know more

I cannot keep score

For were God a woman

He’d be her – exactly like her

 

Maybe I’m crazy or plain insane

This poem to plebeians might sound inane

Call this obsession or label me mad

For this is love and I cannot be had

 

You know so little about her

Have you seen her frown

It would be a tiara on any princess’s crown

Do you know her temper too

It’s more beautiful than the taming of the shrew

Her words even when like ice do cut

Is nothing but

Rose petals and honey dew

 

I do ……….

~Vikram C~