ALL I KNOW OF YOU

Was love supposed to be this?
When my arms,
All stretched out
But never reach you.
And my hands,
Stays deprived
Of holding yours.
My finger shrinks
In desperation
To touch your skin.
While just my body,
Confesses its needs
Shamelessly without denying.
My poor heart sits lonely
Releasing bubbles of
emotions in a sigh.
Till my helpless
mind rides the high
Intoxicated of you.
And your thoughts
Blames my stomach
Of sheltering a zoo.
This is what I know of love,
through the year and a two.
This is all I know of you.

26.08.2021
©Pakhi
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Ever After

How long will it last? They ask,
Maybe this verse would suffice.
He, like the morning sun,
Would continue to shine.
I, be the most-awaited,
Full moon fortnights.
Till the day love stops,
To lure a poet's mind.
And the brush of an artist,
Falls deprived.
He, and I, shall never part,
Till our souls decide to die.
And the love must go on, and on,
Ever after our demise.

26/02/2022
10:20 pm
©Pakhi

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