Anushka

You shall stay
Young in my heart
My friend
As I grow
Gently old.

As my tears
Dry up with the years
Your words
Which cannot numb
My pain
Will crystallize
In heart cooled
Of ardour
To befuddled
glacial peace.

They will flow
Slowly through my veins
Like blood blooming flowers
And of your whereabouts
Keep enquiring
In vain.

Iron willed rosy crosses
Tormented
In pain.

So tell me sister
Does magic really die?
For to me
You are the elusive
Myth
That I could swear
Should have lived
On
Beyond this vale
Of Love's
futility and tears

Many poets will sing
Of love
But none can ever please
Me
Or with  ease and grace
Comfort be,

Where in space time's hold
Can such a source of
Joy
Disappear like
An odious trick?

Say my friend
My dear mage
You'll be back again
On shadow drifting clouds
On wafting summer breeze
A myriad moonlit dreams
And reclaim your life's
Shortchanged lease.

Arise from the ruby lips
Of the gaping words
Of your own glowing books
Not as visionary sylph
Or Sylvan dryad.

Poetess and sister soul
Forgive my anguished grief
Arise like
Raging stigmata
In wounded lovelorn souls
If so you wish.

But let my words
Find space within your
Dreaming will
I resurrect  you
With my pleas.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017