By Disha Ransingh
Beneath the afterglow, saw her eyes glimmering through the windowpane
Deep brown as a driftwood, with tulips and iris resting in its plane
And mystically I became those longing riptide waves
Just to come to shore for caressing it’s enchanting edge
Like this single second was some seven years of paradise
As I felt my heart beaming, but it’s beat echoed on her doorsteps, outside
I knew from then how my soul tried to bask in her sunlit spring
As my mother said her family was the new tenant in the neighbouring building
From then on I started writing in the breeze of our balcony
Just to get a glimpse through the windows of her sitting in a chair of ebony
I too started ambling on the driveway under the late evening sky
Just to see her or at least her shadows when I utter a nervous sigh
So days passed and I followed my daily pattern woven by heart
But one day her eyes caught mine looking at her, and I froze like a hidden art
So as this, growing cherry blossom rested underneath my chest
I imagined two birds tweeting in its branch with a breeze brushing their crest
Somehow, in some arcane way, I always closed my window curtains
Just to hide the red rose tinge on my face, if she ever catches my eyes again
But I knew this feeling was just a bottle of scent on the edge of a rack
A single blow of wind broke it, leaving all nose to have my secret spark
As under a blue sky, my mother introduced me to the known unknown neighbour
While I let myself breathe like a gentleman while smiling a little sober
Then I caught myself sleepless yet dreamed of her in a dreamscape
Of how in the first meet, her hair swayed letting my heart an escape
Slowly she left her footprints on the concrete of our doorstep
Either to convey a message to my mother or ask for a help
When I dreamed if she just came for me and my heart that she kept
It too started with silence when her mother invited me home
As I coughed and swallowed twice just to settle like my flitting hope
She showed me the walls and rooms when I only saw her eyelids move
And gave some figments of her dreams, which I memorized to forever bloom
Then she sometimes walked by my side under the clouds or stars
Narrating her school scenarios, how some were fun and some gave scars
Few thousands of twinkling twilights and amber sunsets elapsed
When I knew she saw me as a bosom friend, one not to twine hearts but hands
So I tried to fade that bright colour which only I could see
Cause I knew she saw my golden rays as ochre when it passed free
I too tried to dim and dull my subtle string of lights
But what’s the point, if it remained tangled in her glass jar under starlight?
I well knew my fainting dead feeling was better than a frozen relationship
So I left the shore, but her dream still drowned my delicate ship
Then somehow I settled in the shadows, tried to grasp breaths a bit
But how do I rescue my heart that’s trapped in her windowpane in every bit?
By Disha Ransingh
Excellent poem
Each and every line of this poem swayed me to a different world. Just loved it.
Such a heart touching poem!!