Versability

For all the moments you have made me wait
For that glance, a word, a smile
For every moment turned to mile
I curse you, even if you are mine to berate

In hurting you, it is I who will burn
More of my ashes will fill that urn
Smoke rising from each craving and hurt
Twice burnt, in this life of love so curt

It sears this burn, it leaves a mark
It toughens the skin that it turns so dark
It heals on top never to be cured
Pain, never so inured

Time and time again I wait in vain
For that something for which I never need to strain
It will come, itself this time, you will see
I tell myself fruitlessly

As I wait, you have the power
And I see that you see
And wield it – knowing – callously
Knowing it matters much to me

But there comes a time that a wait so true
Powered as the travesty grew
Pure love that had come to bless and grace
Turns about and finds its ugly face

The moments they turn crisp and barren
Burnt to a cinder by cold inattention
True love denied can tear asunder
Nature’s fury, watch in wonder

I curse you from the embers made cold in wait
A curse from the ruins of love turned to hate
May your food turn to ashes in your mouth
May water’s quench always leave you in doubt
May you ever be craving for the last drop of balm
May you be this alone in your last breath before becalm.
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It doesn’t work
And it doesn’t end
This mad Obsession
Will drive me round the bend

But if I let it go
Whatever will I hold
Can I call it back?
Loss gone cold

Reaching out
And touching the slime
Blind to the cloy
Just one more time

Mulching though
In gleeful oblivion
Heedless, unbidden
Guileless abandon

Headlong she tumbled
Collateral unseen
Scratched and brambled
Discombobulatory sheen.

A storm in a teacup
A bubble in a tureen
Sithering and simmering
But contained it has been

With dextrous hands
She tends to the fire
Feeding the pot
Seeding the mire

Watching softly,
Fearful of the boil
Stirring slowly
Lest it comes to a-roil

( © MWS)

Not yours the cosy freedoms of the dove,
Flapping Gentle messages of seasonal mirth,
You soar as free as the eagle,
Yet, bound to turn to my earth

Your morsels not still, mute,
Embedded as fertility or food
Bringing grace upon their land
And plenty for their brood.

Yours are the scurrying souls
Yearning, everlasting quest
In search they came and then became
Inexorably, victims of unending unrest
Prey, Quickening your blood -
In sight and as ingest.

Then your heart, it lusts for more
The chase begins afresh
The blood it beats the hunt again
Nothing you can repress
The beat, it takes on a rhythm known -
The wily prey’s address

Know you of eyrie high
Of the one who got away
One who knows your blood your beat
The one who lives another day
It calls out what you cannot deny -
The hunt of the other day
Bested by the beast so slight
The eagle was led astray
When day turned to night,
And Rally turned to game
It could not end as bird and prey -
That would be a beastly shame

Lithe prey that slipped, ne’er to be outrun
Twisting, teasing, though hollow and crag
Irresistible, this unbounded strum
Games sans scores, too many to brag
Tailed lead and lag, .. drift and drag -
Unsated flight of no outcome.

Come today, and again and play
With the same unquenchable zest,
Come earthbound, to hunt me again today
Put yourself to the test
Hunger, you feed off other prey
Us, we hunt as jest.

© MeetaWSengupta

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