By Abhinanda Chaudhury
Don’t you get it?
No matter what happens, you are never gonna feel the same
Could be a robin or a firefly
Always watching
You
And you wouldn’t know
Just cause;
How would you know?
How you trouble my mind
your mischief smile creeps into my conscience
A chance, perhaps that you would look
At me,
Smile like the metaphor I have been meaning to write?
Dream in the epiphanies of your eyes’ sparkle,
Make me forget the stars
Maybe?
Can we go somewhere only we know?
Where you can finally see me,
give me a quiet relief within the boughs of your life
where I won’t
Dream of you to rid of you,
Don’t you get it?
Don’t you know how it’s always you!
Found you in the books of my thoughts, concealed you in the crack of my smile’s fawn
Never knew I could feel this much
Never knew bliss;
until you gave me agony
wrapped like a melody;
Or the resonance of your guitar strings
that echo my voice
Always praying
Wishing
That you knew
How I never knew perfect until I knew you
Your magic whispered here and there
you speak, yet, how is it that I only hear you sing
Will you never try
To get me,
To see me,
As I see you
Bright and shining
The reason I wake up tomorrow?
“Something’s aren’t meant to be”
And maybe I will go home
Alone and empty
Where your song should have been
Wrap myself in your friendship
Or let my eyes speak what my heart couldn’t tell?
And wonder
Forever
If you knew, that
I was enchanted to meet you
Abhinanda walked so Rilke could run, a true testament to your dexterity with a pen, among other things.