Amiya Chatterjee (Guest Writer) writes:
I wanted you always,
the way the unkind spring
wanted the crimson hibiscus,
the way, the way wanted
not to reach
at the end of the way,
the way the setting sun
smeared the throbbing vermilion
to iraboti,
the way jasmine
tumbled on tearful graves,
the way life wanted
passionate hugs of death,
I wanted you.
you in return
gifted me
a dream
of green desert land.
@ amiyo – Amiyo’s Facebook
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The statement “I wanted you”, in itself, is a dream,
One that is elusive,
especially when there is a desire so deep.
The more I wanted you
The further you went…
Green with desire,
My desert grew hotter,
My tsunami wilder,
My earthquake, stronger!
Oh I want you…
Not as a return gift,
Not as a parting gift…
Not because you feel I deserve you…
But because you feel
you deserve a woman like me!
Oh I want you.. .
Like the tall grass needs the wind,
To dance and sway the days away…
Oh I want you…
Like the pond needs ripples,
To awake from its deep deep slumber…
Oh I want you…
Like oxygen is to my heart…
Oh I want you…
Like the sky that needs us to aspire
To reach way up high!
Oh I want you…
Like the leaves needs their green,
Their orange, red and brown too…
Oh I want you…
Like a dream,
That yearns, aches to come true…
Oh I want you…
Not in past tense
But in my present sense…
And my future intense!
Want me,
Won’t you?
~ Maulshri*
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