Poem: Come! – Dedicated to John Hansen (Jodah)
"The beauty of a flower not only lies in its petals, but also in its thorns. Like joys and sorrows are both part and parcel in life for us to nurture and grow. Hence, the seeds of consciousness we must sow." – Surabhi Kaura
When you have a clock in your hand,
Come even if it is lost in the sand;
Just come when you find time
Or no time at all,
A diary on the table awaits in the hall.
At the sharp edge of the blade –
A sword of agony
And of pain,
Where chronicles of a lover
You will gain.
Like the eyelids blink without fear
And the river flows with sanguine tears.
Come like the force comes in hands,
A Heart has bled, yet pounds and stands.
Come like the blood rages through veins,
Blind, weary eyes still yearn for the Light to rain.
Visit the Garden of a bard sometime,
Crossing the valley, for it is sublime.
The road is cobbled in the streets of love;
The entrance is moist and status-quo,
Perhaps I’m my friend and my foe.
Ah! Crimson flames waltz over the stove,
Silence is the companion of an injured Dove.
Like the delicate fragrance
Comes from velvety roses…
Like the morning dew drops
Perch on the silky petals after the rains…
Like the Sun spreads her arms wide open,
Piercing the cold-intoxicating night,
And the clouds remain enamoured in her flame.
As Tuesdays come
And when he came, he opened the diary –
The diary of a poetess that read a verse:
“The river of Love flows against the flow;
The ones who jumped into it, drowned,
And the ones who drowned themselves,
Found Love – a True Love.”
A Heart was once broken and the pen dripped blood,
She was a poetess, not a lamp
And yet smilingly burned in Love.