Into the Poem: The Poem is about a girl’s love for her beloved. Forsaken by the curse of religion, She agonizes the distance between them and hopes for the return of love in her life.
Poem:
The cult of dreams have manifested over the distant distance,
The cult of dreams have manifested over the distant distance,
As he walks along towards my deep shadow,
The moment I’ve been waiting for,
With love I’ve been waiting for.
The mistful journey over the distant horizon,
Have freezed to the fragments of time,
And crawling on parts of my mind.
The deep buried hopes pop out from the grave of loneliness.
The glare of his eyes still alienate my pulse,
It’s the sweet converse; I’ve been waiting for,
With love, I’ve been waiting for.
The Dispatched destiny opens up alike an awakening bud,
The oracle of love still swims my heart,
As the zenith of disgust is torn apart.
Down went his eyes, towards my lips,
And his lips, it moved, to greet a smile,
The forgotten smile, I’ve been waiting for,
My sterile womb of life, was impregnated with love,
The potion of love, I’ve been waiting for.
He said “I love, but I can’t”.
And stabbed my ribs, against all that I want.
For we have crossed the mistaken meridian,
And walked over the green mile of silence,
The dreadful silence, I’ve been hating for,
It’s his love, I’ve been waiting for.
The loop of mutiny and the contrastive religion,
Conceive my mind, and bury the seeds of discord.
Love me my Dear, and hold my hand against all odd.
Why this religion? Why this sea of detachment?
My wet eyes burn for touch of cloth of your love,
The touch of love, I’ve been waiting for.
With love, I’ve been waiting for.
I hate this religion that built a wall.
For I know I can’t change the moving winds.
But can adjust my sail, to reach you, my destination.
PS: I had a crazy dream about this situation, So wrote this poem along a Girl's perspective. :)
