Inspired from "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop.
Longing and losing,
love thus circles around.
What the odds are,
that our feelings will satiate?
We yearn for more,
as our hopes fail to conceive.
We cry, when reality places
its paw on the love, we fancy.
First sight makes us long for a touch,
First touch leads toward friction;
We hold each other,
promising never to let go.
Act of holding makes us
want to possess.
Possession pushes us to own.
we own with our hands,
and hearts remain unoccupied.
we own people like we own
our watches, wrapped around wrists
to shield our skin from tanning.
We pretend to be in love,
while longing is what lives in us.
Then one fine day,
we fall on face,
our hearts divide, worlds collide.
We learn coping with the loss,
wish if we could only loved
a little less than we did.
We lose only if we own,
We lose something everyday-
what we devour, wears off our bodies in form of sweat;
memories wear off
our minds when wine begins
rolling down our throat.
Is art of losing really an art?
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Inspiration from my favourite song.
Once we were infinite
When the August mondays were humid
And we used to compose side by side
Abiding for moist winds to captive us
Then winter came,
Made us less and countable
With our emotions dispirited and sprinkled
And we, ourselves frittered into a melancholy space
In the sepulchral world binded in ego
May be it would be witless longing
Or a greedy and self-centered hope
To ask for your hands around me again
And the eyes that stared into mine
To do the same once more
Since, I miss your careen silky hair and
Your heart-stirring hugs every evening
At last, this is me, standing infront of you
Apologizing for every erroneous quarrel
Oh, I would do anything
To go back to the August
And change every thing
But I know it's impossible
To refere us as one again