Kaivalya

If she's alone, let her know I am waiting For, ever since we had parted, I never slept As I was afraid that I will forget The sweet dreams I saw of her for the last time. My eyes have swelled into oceans of tears The pieces of my broken heart are still beating And every sound made by the blowing wind Reminds me of melodies of her unheard songs. The smile that she had, perhaps was the culprit That transformed myself into a lover I remember still those first words that I wrote And kept writing the same forever and ever. If she's alone and there is no other To shower her with the flowers of love To hold her warmly and shield her from cold To weep and wash the dust from her feet- Let me be the one, first to know Since she shall no more deny the Truth That my admiration is acknowledged That my feelings have a nobler meaning. Not all memories are just as sweet Not all journies with their destinies meet She knows as well as I understand That things too precious can never be held Nor c

That evening was no ordinary For you were sitting by my side Close to each other, were you and me Yet I was still trying to hide The hunger of a burning fire To open secrets of my little heart At your feet and then with heed start To let it out: this strong desire In the form of words I often spoke; You heard those before in the past You knew that memories wouldn't last If this silence was never broke With a whisper or better a gesture Like exchanging notes with our eyes And understand, what's true, what's lies; "Could we have, of us, taken a picture?" It was you, who asked to my surprise Interrupting my struggle all this while To ask you the same, and then smile For I was sure that I will win my prize. Friends and cameras did their work And trapped us for eternity Or so I thought,I could not see That somethings die just in the dark. The photograph was lost in space There was no chance since we parted ways But I swear, that best were those days When I used to see

Not always does my pen go on Not everyday I write But at times, when I'm alone And with myself begin to fight I stray into the oblivion And see an unseen light. I hear strange voices Spoken in unknown tongues I feel the world around me Has transformed overnight. Every object I then sense Inspires me with great delight And thoughts start pouring Deep from within my mind. I then struggle day and night To scribble those ideas bright. (That is pretty much how Some of my poems have born.) -Siddartha Pamulaparty April, 2007.